After a few days of light rain: fields of red poppies, yellow mustard, and baby-blue eyes., I wonder what
would have blossomed on the moon if it had packed some atmosphere before leaving Earth for its own
orbit. After practicing on Everest, mountainauts would clamber up the highest luna peak to 'Emails from
Emptiness.' It described insights that appear to have more significance than those related to my everyday life.
They are always short, arrive in dribs and drabs all out of order, and must be assembled like a jigsaw puzzle
before a new vision of themselves.

Two stiff American flags planted for decades in solar radiation become gnomic banners of no particular
planet. I salute
the universe's
colorless
future.