i love you for infinities
the factories of our hearts must run soon empty of spools
and the spinning continues still; noisily, empty
greater orbits will be found and lost and in them still you
& me; away is not but a whisper in the small spaces you nest
for us, is spaces unpaced yet still as lakes frozen planets away
their seasons in shapes from spins unborn with you and me awaiting;
new births finding their way into dances beyond all fathoms, and there
i find you as we do again and forever held in the palm so familiar it was always you.

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Happy Accident

I recently learned that graphite compounds are used in lieu of heavier materials like alloyed metals because they possess equivalent strength, superior flexibility, and greatly reduced weight.

This was discovered by accident, it turns out. It’s what scientists call a ‘happy accident’: One day you are playing with metals in your lab and you find out by just futzing around that you can be stronger, more go-with-the-flow and totally unencumbered than you ever expected. That’s the story.

By what far fetched luck can we push this graphite bonanza? Do we dare dream of graphite leaders? Await our graphite hospice care? Take knowing nods of solace beholding our graphite poverty programs?

Armed with this knowledge and the possibility of such happy accidents, I’ll wait for my graphite heart a little longer.

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Ciaran Laoshy

Schoolmaster Emeritus, Clifton Lodge School. Dalkey-Lowell Poet Laureate, 1997-2014. I advocate for greater compassion, closely held.