Mir Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Mir

I follow the NASA
On the daily account
Twitter's; like Trump.

Message was astronauts':
"We follow Santa Clause! "

Below was a sphere
With a thick green trail
Like the wakes of planes
When in the high space
And in cold atmosphere
Where air is frozen.

Could it be the sleigh?
Santa Claus's carriage?
Was there a reindeer?

If so, they left our ground
Since we had no white-ice;
In gallop the thin hooves
Raised lot of misty dust!

They stole Earth's dust
And took it to skies
To wet it and make fog.

Between us and them now
Lie sheets of fog, cloud
Our vision is blocked…

We miss the Moon and Sun;
What the hell is this fog?

Can we call it magic?
By reindeer in flight?
Are truly chimes lost?

Is there a Santa Clause?
Where is the big fat bag?
Has Grinch stolen Christmas?