for Ray Bradbury
will poetry on Mars be ruby red
I said to myself when you were dead
or rumored to be
tracing your trajectory
with my small hour glass upturned
and filtering pink sands
will poetry on mars be ruby red
and will the things the children will be fed
be only red onions red cabbage too
in every possible form of stew
or beets on the side
after the turn on the merry go round is through
unless we smuggle garnets in
and will pomegranates rule
these things you might have answered here
had you but lingered in the year
you left it as it is
I cant decide if strawberry fizz
is the exact right color for the moon
when viewed from Mars..
you would answer were you here
in candy bars, or pumpkin fears
as it is, I'll persevere
wishing we'd asked you in the days
before you went so far away.
mary angela douglas 10 october 2020
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