Celluloid lovers caught in the rain
hold sections of the Sunday Times
over their heads and run for cover.

Inside the planetarium, they stroll across
the lunar surface beneath ringed spheres
and the mute gaze of pinpoint stars.

They come from a planet with air
and water and wedding announcements,
Arts and Leisure and The Week in Review.

What do we really know about gravity
and attraction, the stark silence of space,
the ineffable mystery of love?



About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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8 Responses to Manhattan

  1. pixieannie says:

    Damn. Might I please share this on my blog?

  2. pixieannie says:

    Reblogged this on endless possibilities and commented:
    This speaks for itself. It’s light and sweet and makes me want to dance. What could be better?

  3. Oh that is just so good. Stunning. Thank you. 🌵

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