And so it snows on Mars
That's what I tell him
And for a moment we're
mystified by the familiarity
What's next?
An HEB without water on the shelves?
Maybe if we have our way.
And so it snows on Mars
And it's 80 degrees in January
here where I live
I don't want to trade places, understand
But I'm taken by the
exchange of circumstance
like environmental sliding doors
And so it snows on Mars
And it's winter as I write this
We haven't seen ice in two years
And when we did, it hit our grid
with a lead pipe to the knee
I don't want to be Nancy Kerrigan
But I can't help but wonder
what happens when it
snows on Mars
and not on Earth.