Tuesday Poem: “The stars, Natasha” by Tim Jones

The stars, Natasha

Natasha, fundamentals are strong,

key indicators steady.

Leave your books, Natasha,

let your computer

draw patterns on its screen.

Walk with me through the heavens.

Along cold orbits

the spendthrift stars

squander their assets on light.

The World Bank

is unamused; the IMF

is noting down their names.

So take my hand

let’s drift away

into the cosmic background.

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©Tim Jones

First published in Boat People (HeadworX) 2002

Reprinted in Voyagers: Science Fiction Poetry from New Zealand (Interactive...