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.
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.