Winds on Mars

I scare myself with my own desert places.

--Robert Frost

As I’m sitting
Watching clouds roll

The wind punishing
My hair,

I’m reminded
There are winds on Mars,

Dust demons
Paint the air.

Another place
Much like here

Only colder, drier
And emptier,

A husk, a shell
An outlier...

The way I feel
Without you here.

To be continued…

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