Katharine Hepburn

It’s breaking dawn,
the sun spills into dark craters
and the wind is a lie,
when Katharine Hepburn decides
to give it all up
to sell flowers
on Mars.

The sky stays clear she’s heard,
just the right amount for the sun
to help the buds turn into
tulips into carnations into lilies.

But then she remembers
there is no oxygen on Mars,
and her dream that pollen
should float into the nostrils of her punters,
will be as false as the idea
that a dead movie star
may grow flowers
on a planet with no air.


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