Future
As barren as the moon,
Perhaps not later,
But soon!
Filtered air,
Seawater collected,
Eaten with chop sticks,
If you please,
Whatever we can eat with ease!
Too hot to live on the surface,
Burrow under the ground.
Deep enough for cooling temps,
Not enough to raise the rents!
Everyone moves to shaded ground,
Rocks hold heat,
So, underground!
The moon is looking better all the time,
Not so crowded,
To move around.
Copyright © Kim Stone | Year Posted 2023
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