Short Handhold Poems

orange swirls
from dusty footing
hiking up 
to Mars’s mountain
peaks and caps
and canyons crying
out for days
of gravel pounding
edges ledges
handhold wedges
reddish sun
through reddish mist
of burning sand
in drought-filled land
all cracked in lack
of water’s snack
backed and packed
for planeteering
Venus next
tomorrow morning


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