Post #14

Encapsulation / If you ever dream Of going to space – First, come to my city And stay for the whole Month of May. And forget what it’s like To walk. . . Or – forget what it’s like To discuss new translations Of Latin epics, or the meaning Of words like ‘emulsion’, Or the origins Of inequality – or of turnips – With anyone but your Lovely wife. (Whom you certainly shouldn’t Drag onto a spaceship, You’ve already made her live here – And ain’t that enough?) @verse