Today's poem is by Andrea Cohen

Circling
       

Someone was saying what
Oleg Kazengo said. No one

remembers who he was, but
they remember the name

of the dog he sent into space,
this Laika sent to fetch some

bone she couldn't bring back
since the technology for de-

orbiting didn't exist. We go
in circles—and toward what

end? Someone was quoting
Kazengo: The more time passes,

the more I am sorry. But what
I heard was, the more I am

Afraid. Maybe sorrow and fear
aren't that different, maybe

they orbit each other, privy to
a similar whimpering that comes

when we go too far too
swiftly in this brittle dark.

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