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Crater Life
I don’t want to live
at the bottom of the craters
of the moon
or atop the ridges
the crests the peaks
on the distant satellite
of stone
it may mean survival
living up there
in breathless cold
if we render the earth
unsustainable
farming alfalfa and black beans
in nutrient enhanced
pulverized
moon rock
it seems possible
with a newly invented
light
and water source
even if we were to live
with virtual
projection vision screens
casting earth blues
greens
sky and trees
the occasional flight
of a rust orange
breasted robin
soaring
from the image
of a branch
to the image
of a branch
I don’t want to live
out there
where it is so gray
so awful
gray