would life on Mars be ruby red, we wondered
through our summers.
sometimes in between the
lemonade days, our butterscotched hopscotch
a little out of sorts or bubble gum
bazooka comic- faded out in last week's wash...
will there be porch swings?
a slight, honeysuckle breeze?
will there still be cinnamon toast, oh please-
well this was what Ray Bradbury partially
came to say, apart from Green Town.
Mars is Green Town
seen from a certain angle
in the funhouse mirrors.
wherever you go
your home goes with you:
be not afraid.
mary angela douglas 7 october 2015
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