Thrust

What waste could we muster, what rocket begun
with the ton of tidbits strewn about our house,
cables, tubes, shunned offers in unread magazines

for the husk? What fuel must gun us
off the landing pad of our cushions.
our fun electronic diversions
that dowse out the rumbling.

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