For a Far-Off Sun

O pinkish-blueish disk in a pinkish-blueish haze Small, pale and steady, thank you for rising To warm another Martian day Much like the last

Turning

The lunar fall, as yet near miss Unculminated mating of sundered magma Cooled with time, spent And only yearning for the burning returning That Earth keeps spurning

Noble Nebula

We named you for a horse's head An extrusion, like a galaxy's arm, a part Of a being indistinguishable from us (at your remove) Carbon-based, bilateral, four-limbed, That drifts in groups across the surface of our planet Eating plants The point being That amidst your clouds, infra your red convolutions, your folds We see a friendly spirit Noble and bold, rearing up, perhaps
... How to explain "rearing up"