This was written within an hour for Visual Verse Anthology‘s February Image by Olga Naida (below)
on Mars we’ll be the odd fish red-smeared & stumping masks oblate as heaving moons spinning light between obscured eyes we’ll be fish with no water the way we’ll float heavy as bobbing pumpkins in snorkelled air we’ll carry our lungs outside ourselves viscous and wheezy OH&S tied up in red-wired balloons flapping tents cosy as headless raincoats will people the desert whitely but we’ll dress in green just to see some just to know that green is still there waiting for our eyes ponds of us will surge on sand rummaging boot toes and pretending our way home
Out of the Cave 
It’s a horrific idea, isn’t it. So bleak. There’s something very unsettling about that image.
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Do you mean settling or unsettling?
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Unsettling. Would you fix it? Please?
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Done! 🙂
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Thank you.
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Oh stoppit, show-off! Wow. To begin with, you had me at the title. I love spacey things, like NASA in your List poem. There are so many things in this poem that I just love–“like bobbing pumpkins”, the entire “flapping tents” stanza, and then whole notion of green still being there waiting, and pretending our way home and the way that was described. It is a criminal shame that this is sitting here with 2 comments when you should be poet laureate of outer space or something.
–Shay
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Oh Shay, you are so lovely!! Thank you!! ❤
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This is beautiful. Love that last line.
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Thanks, Sunra!
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