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Tasty

Something moving with the wind

Reminds me of sweet-olive trees

Blooming in winter,

This whole world is as sweet

As grandma’s kitchen,

Dawn smells like a bun from the oven,

The marsh between our camp

And the sea of sweet cream butter,

But this new scent,

This new one, reminds me

Of a cat house,

The big one, at the zoo,

But oh so tasty,

And maybe a little hungry

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Frogs live on no evil star

Well shoot, how could they, it would be too hot!

They’d burn their little tootsies, it would be a pain,

And for another thing, on the shuttle there’s no spot,

For any two-inch froggy ass, and like as not,

If there were, no space suits could be found to fit.

And alterations sure would cost a lot.

They got there, let’s suppose that for a bit,

Once there, how would they reproduce?

There’s no pond or creek on Betelgeuse!

Besides, their food is flies, but if they lived upon the sun,

They’d starve; no Diptera are there, not one.

Send a frog to space? You’d have to be insane!

I’d rather be a doggerel-spewing poet!

Oops, I fear that hope is vain.

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Hard Landing

After the crash,

we staggered into a new world.

Mad patches of color

and indecipherable odors

assaulted our battered senses.

Something stung me and died,

our food burned with the ship,

night came with a chill breese,

and an unseen choir

sang us under waves of sleep.

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in the soil

degraded genetic material

native to a thousand systems

one-time imperial capital, we think