Dreamed 2011/4/6 by Wayan
Huge new moons appear. Two
Europas, rust-orange to glacier-blue
Swathed in Titan-haze. Ice, air!
A terraformable pair.
They hug Earth; raise frightful tides.
Couple to kiss and lovingly collide--
merging (I hope) without a System-wide
Rightly fused, this New Mars will become
But my orbits err! So rogue moons pour
onto the lanes of Franklin Street in San
Francisco, busy, steep. Motors roar
as drivers swerve hysterically away
from moon-stampede! Thunder down
cratered, bouncing, willful. They do obey
the one-way signs. So far.
Io, stupid cow, prods Big Sis to ricochet
If they keep straight on like this, they'll roll
Through Fort Mason--the low grass knoll
may stop them--if not, it IS the least bad shore
in town to toss a boulder off. Half-wild.
Speeding now. Good luck, Highway Patrol!
Two units howl and gun, but quickly learn
moons are hard to tase.
Ganymede leads the charge across Lombard.
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