The Martians

 

I feel a mechanical breeze

And I’m thankful

There’s real light in here

And from the lamps

Thank goodness for invention

As for my invention,

I’m not sure what to write about

 

A kind of hazy, light-colored day

Or the gift of light,

Colors on the rest

I think were I on Mars

I’d see there were a tint

Or some kind of curtain lowered

Over everything

 

Maybe eventually

I’d see the ochre tones as normal

That this is color for a Martian

My transitory home

‘Til there be oxygen in the sky

To breathe

 

And then what of the color?

Maybe it would look like Earth

A baby blue on everything

 

Though ancient Martians

If only microbe denizens

Could no longer

Look on home

 

C L Couch

 

 

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