Hot Phobos Nights
On hot Phobos’s nights,
angels in their flight,
begin their winging,
lovely angelic singing.
through amorphous haze
to leisurely basking faze
in the red planet’s glow
on Phobos’s, red waves galore.
I have seen them swimming the oceans,
napping in boats, absorbing Mar’s potions.
gliding along on waves, crimson and pink;
without one single solitary think.
Only angels can withstand
the heat of hot Phobos lands.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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