shades of mars

by sasha

Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-03-13 16:20:00

it’s raining.
the windows speak drop-talk,
sprinklets of music
soft on weary ears.
i wait for midnight.

you’re telling me that mars
is red
because it is close to us.
things in the sky grow
bluer
as they speed away.
and i ask you
if that why your eyes have grown bluer
over the past year.

why the predominant
hazel
has passed,
sky-paint
slowly overtaking quiet shades of
grey and green.

you point toward the heavens.
make out small flecks of light
through heavy cloud.