Rain falls staccato on a flooded storm drain.
Runoff rushes down the curb like wind along a ski run.
Pools disappear into the pores of beige naked ground.
Iron clouds dry out and turn aluminum gray.
And once again, we find ourselves between storms.
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Mars Bars
They're looking for water
on Mars, for traces
of life in the sub-zero pole.
As I scan these spaces
on Earth, with its protective
gravity shield, I see no people.
Architecture, signs
of inhabitation, but no human
beings smile into the camera.
Is this what Zen leads to?
Beautiful diagonals in the emptiness
as desolate as Mars?
Speaking of which, even though
I'm diabetic, I want a Mars Bar
but I think they;ve stopped making them.
Dr. Mike
Damn it. Now I want a Mars bar, too.
HK,
All of your poetic posts are truly excellent, but this one is an even brighter gem!!
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