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Moon flowers
Moon Flowers
The Moon is bare
just dust and terre
can’t breathe ― no air
It’s hopeless there
With robot swarm
let’s terraform
it wet and warm
with wind and storm
We’ll do good deeds
and scatter seeds
remove the weeds
till dust recedes
Replace the screes
with cherry trees
and drink mint teas
in slick marquees
Cloud nine, the Moon
we’re fit to swoon
bar foul typhoon
inopportune
© Oliver Wright
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