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The Dick is Natural, The Dick is Sunshine

Kick open the cabin door
and it's the exhaust from
a rocketship made of dicks.
But everyone died a long time
ago. What animal could construct
such a smell? What animal is dying
to build a space station?

Forget it.

Close the door.
Light the honey candles.
Make some pancakes
and some sunny-side eggs.
Stare out the window
into the beating heart
of the forest. Keep staring.
Something is winking back.