There hung by a silver chain

in the biggest room of all was  

the huge disk-shaped galleon

Mom and I came to see,

 

a dragon ship with arching blue wings,

its shimmering silk sails riding

solar winds into

the next galaxy,

 

its bone rudder

swinging it over our heads

revealing its inky eye, tight-stretched

wire and silken threads

 

connecting the ship’s lights

and the black and white antennae

to the shell and bead homes

people live in.

 

Mom was right,

I loved it, but I still

prefer living here

on earth I think.

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