NASA'S SECRET

you are NASA's secret
insulated in that metallic spaceship
disguised as an expensive coffin
you lie there dressed in a sleek tuxedo,
your fashionable spacesuit without air tanks

you're not dead
just preparing for liftoff
clasping your dry hands in exceitment
that flower pinned in your pocket
is a gift from your family
a good luck present for the eighteen-month voyage
you'll come back some day.