Monday, April 7, 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014, Post 7: Consolation

There are uncounted ways
things could have gone
wrong for us
Too red a sun
or too blue,
too weak a magnetic field,
too little ozone.

This could be a
more violent
niceties aside,
or Jupiter could have been
a party-crasher,
sending Mercury rising.

This is, admittedly,
little consolation
for the passenger pigeon.

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