The Macroscope

Sipping cups of tea in the tropopause,
My wife and I were favored with a trope
From the retiree in the window seat:
"Earth curves so slow, like a peach in a bowl."
That was apropos. "Very like," I said.
Our airliner, as instrument of sight,
Continued through the dusk and pierced the night.


This poem was selected for the 2012 Poetry in Public project, sponsored by the Iowa City Public Art Program. Poetry in Public displays poems by local writers of all ages in Iowa City buses, downtown kiosks, and select public buildings from April (National Poetry Month) through the fall.

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on June 07, 2012

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