Friday, January 19, 2024

Down to Earth

She was in the geology field
They called her very grounded
Her fertile mind was in a different place
For once the evening sky revealed
The stars, she was astounded
And dreamed of fossil hunting out in space:

Imagining a cratered moon
Or asteroid in passing
Guiding probes to sift through dirt and stone
Beneath a crystal studded dune
And carefully amassing
The goods to prove we've never been alone.

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