Issue 72, Winter 1977
A Space Warp Appears, Right
In The Middle Of The Parlor Floor
Based on a copper enamel
by Skip Allen
Perhaps there was a rug
There once, a hooked one
Originally owned by someone
Else's aunt. If so, it has been
Transported, and is floating light-
Years away—for now, if you looked.
You would only see a distant
Galaxy or two, whirling in the middle
Of a smallish oval void, just
There, where the cat was accustomed
To curl on winter nights.