American Life in Poetry: In the Planetarium
Here’s a splendid poem by James Doyle, who lives in Colorado, about the way children make up mythic selves that will in some way serve them in life. To create one’s self as a palm reader is only one of many possibilities.
In the Planetarium
I read the palms of the other
kids on the field trip to see
which ones would grow up
to be astronauts. The lifeline
on Betty Lou’s beautiful hand
ended the day after tomorrow,
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