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"I AM AN ASTRONAUT" by Rose Egelhoff

I am an astronaut on my way

to Mars where all the rocks are red.

I float in fuzzy static space

blurry-edged in my tin foil home.

Flying from my old blue home

the void howls, don't look my way.

Eyes closed, the sun still stares hot red.

I press and squirm in the narrow space.

On Mars I’ll have a world of space

A hot new rock to call my home

I'll shed the tin shell, move a new way

soft tilted steps and the shadows blur red.

But I don’t see that pinhole flash of red

my beacon in the big of space

my almost-home,

smallest light to light the way.

Without a way, can the red glow of space

be home?



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