W. Doug Bolden
"8Space"
I I wrote the line "no one calls [Huntsville] home" I was mostly referring to my college days. What I find most powerful about this poem is this still seems to be the truth. I am nearly 30, and my life is filled with people who flow in and out of huntsville all the time.
8 spacemen walked the moon floating
Downtown Huntsville,
Walked the sunset and called it red...
Walked standing tall and pointing.
8 spacemen past and future, and
8 spacewomen.
Orbitting the bars, and lost in the
Stars
Reflecting from the hazy fog and
Background lights.
No one calls this home.
Rivers in and rivers out,
Poured and unpoured. Tastefully
Displayed. Temple of space,
Come and worship.
8 spacemen bedded the moon
Downtown Huntsville.
8 spacemen fled the dawn and
Called it bled.
8 spacemen and 8 spacewomen,
Like arbitrary numbers...
Walked tall and pointing.
This poem was written sometime about 2003 by W Doug Bolden, and has been slightly rewritten and reposted on May 5, 2006.
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