Crater chasm beckons
shadows of Martian sunrise
chasing silent mountains
Toss a handful of dust
midair smile
frozen peach margarita
Hungry after landing
French toast aroma
from Martian kitchen
Night in the Martian desert
sub-zero summer wind
scatters no leaves
Solar flares come free
with a particle storm
and a blue ring around the sun
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