05-03-2021, 09:58 PM
Leaf, thnaks for the prompt. I can write again! (Well, that may be a matter of opinion)
My neighborhood is my solar system.
I live on Pluto,
my neighbors are Mars and Jupiter.
Across the street is Venus.
Mars rarely speaks to me,
his son is a chef, but also a convict,
Jupiter is dying and his house mostly dark.
Venus comes to visit
and that warms my cold heart,
but she's just a flirt.
My dog Buster acts as Mercury
my devoted messenger,
guarding my Plutonian perimeter.
We cluster around an asphalt sun,
Our paths are not orbits, but linear wanderings
away and back again,
a solar system with addresses,
and so we wander past each other
out and back and out again,
wondering what's on those other planets
and why.
My neighborhood is my solar system.
I live on Pluto,
my neighbors are Mars and Jupiter.
Across the street is Venus.
Mars rarely speaks to me,
his son is a chef, but also a convict,
Jupiter is dying and his house mostly dark.
Venus comes to visit
and that warms my cold heart,
but she's just a flirt.
My dog Buster acts as Mercury
my devoted messenger,
guarding my Plutonian perimeter.
We cluster around an asphalt sun,
Our paths are not orbits, but linear wanderings
away and back again,
a solar system with addresses,
and so we wander past each other
out and back and out again,
wondering what's on those other planets
and why.