35. Poetry by Kenneth Pobo
James Webb Telescope & other poems
James Webb Telescope,
a galaxy hides from you,
spring under a leaf.
All this wanting to
get to Mars. Leave Mars alone!
Her red is fury.
Ninth planet, are you
there—or did we have a dream
that faded quickly?
First let’s ask the sun
Can we touch your corona?
It’s only polite.
Mercury and I
both have dark sides. It’s where we
write our best poems.