So High You Kissed the Sky by Richard Denner
Thinking of the past, not seeing you
in the future, listening to the melody
of galactic globes at aphelion-snowflakes
catch me dreaming of white sand beaches.
The mashed thumb of the moon arises.
Just do a folded wing snaproll, then soar
for the horizon. Direct your flight
towards Proxima Centauri.
Interstellar conditions favoring eclipsing
binaries are methodologically determined
by trigonometric parallaxes. Fats Waller
blows Tea for Two on the intercom.