Poetry on Mars - Nov. 18, 2023

Well I bet I’d investigate red

to the same degree I’ve done

with earthly greens and blues

explore the silence of

crimson craters lacking forests

would make Phobos and Deimos

its two moons helpless lovers

to replace the strained one

of our old moon and sun

I’d find beauty in a scarlet lakebed

wander to the other side

of a bloodshot mountain range

or follow the dance of a pink

dust devil as it swirls out of sight

and for sure I’d come back

from any writing adventure

sheathed in brick-colored dust

probably by now

the gradualized stain

of every part of the house