Rocket FuelIf music fueled the worldyou could singin your car and driveas long as you could.Driving cross-country might proveto be exhausting, butyou could ask hitchhikersto play for their ride.Starships could hire an orchestraor a choir to play or singaround the clock - what a gigthat would be, to seenew worlds and make musicall day. Musicians finally gettingtheir due and no fatheror mother would ever say,“Get a real job!”
Wednesday, September 11, 2019
Rocket Fuel
I've been updating my website (at dianeseverson.eu) and realized that I hadn't linked to my poem Rocket Fuel, which was published in Star*Line 40.3, but not available to read there. So, here it is. By the way, my parents never said the last line to me, but I know they worried.
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