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Saturday, July 31, 2010

Found inside a poetry book at the Chicago Public Library

The Voyager II Satellite

The tin man is cold:
the glitter of distant worlds
is like snow on his coat.
Free-falling through space,
he spreads his arms
and slowly turns,
hands reaching to catch
the white, elusive
dandelion fuzz
of starlight. He is the dove
with wings of purest gold
sent out upon the deep
to seek a place for us,
the goat upon whose back
we've sent our problems
into exile, the dreamy beast
of peace and science
who now grows smaller, smaller,
falling so gracefully
into the great blank face
of God.

by Ted Kooser
Poet Laureate of the United States (2004-2006)