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Snow on Mars

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.


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