Mars is just a euphoric terrain waiting to be
explored. Spacesuit reflections reflect the
span of the desert dream.
A peaceful oasis the backbone of adventure
and scientific breakthroughs. Another robot
abandoned as new ones arrive, laying desolate
amidst the red earth. Old glitches removed
like wrinkles flat-ironed out.
An astronauts dream once again fulfilled,
if he survives the wind, ash, and landing
that is. Not to mention the hurtle up into
the atmosphere, pressure desperately squeezing
into tiny confides of space between tightly sealed
helmets and heavy spacesuits.
A moonwalker's dream - until the disease of
humankind rots through its mantle.
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Poetrypoems as delicate as the fruit itself, and as thought-provoking as the sour aftertaste. All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2019 Kate H. > third place winner of the gem-mers awards poetry section 2020
