First published in route 7 review, Utah Tech University, December 2019
It is in opposition that I suspend between Helios and Jupiter
Lying low in the solar dust kicked up by Helios and her magnetic pulses
Spat out and orbited around into a
A giant cinnamon twist
To my back, the warmth of her slowly fades
As she drops below blankets of stardust
that cast a rosy light into the night
A fruitful spatial delight
As I lay back, Luna rises in white
Then does her magic as she morphs
Into shades of yellow and gold
By the time she reaches the universal roof
She has transformed into a silvery strawberry
pancake that you won’t see at breakfast time
Natives from across the land gather crates
and baskets weaved with straw
They plan for harvest in morning to pluck the red berry
that waits with morning dew and drizzly fog beading on the green leaves
of the crop
Once a year in June she has a chance to presume
she has a place in space
To steal the light from other planetary delights
Even Jupiter in all his circular might
Entices her with layers of promise that Luna
Can’t escape…
She floats to him
Blushing and blooming
With a celestial desire
To be the most adorned body
In the sky
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Tony Martello
Tony Martello, author of The Seamount Stories, grew up surfing the waves of Hawaii and California—experiences that pulse through his vivid, ocean-inspired storytelling. Join him on exciting adventures that inspire, entertain, and enlighten.
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