Parse the weather (no walls, no canals)
what’s seen’s our bioluminesence.Not our paths but the roadside fixtures
(though not the fixtures themselves).Closer: no infrastructure. Networkers’ detrius.
The archeologist suggests: Leave everything,thinking of their students’ students.
Gyres of threats and some apology.We feared we’d freeze, and then we’d burn.
What we does rhymes with learn, but only only.When I was young
we were running out of gum.
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Today’s poem was prompted with a simple request: write about manmade creation seen from space. After protesting even the Great Wall’s visibility’s a myth, my partner pointed out the lights. Bless her. Also thanks to Ben Ladouceur for the bit about archeology.
Image source: NASA.