Sometimes what we see is just surplus to the gods’
requirements - waste;
mere cosmic rubbish.
But this debris – hurled hard - reflects Mars’
profound distaste
for Venus’s tasteless new underwear (her neon stockings,
suspenders and
bra).
Over the heavens it goes; momentarily recycled and become a
new
shooting star.
© Sophia Roberts
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