Space Station Crew Sees Lots of Clouds
From up here it’s an oceanic birthday cake
these frosted tufts of cloud
makes you want to poke your finger in and lick
it right across the sugary mounds
of chemical-sweet butterscotch icing
gold-plated by the setting sun
then suck it through your teeth and tongue. Up here
we get lonely for such things.
Marc Alan Di Martino
Marc Alan Di Martino's poems have been published in Rattle, Poets Reading the News, Poetry Salzburg Review and other places. He lives in Italy, where he teaches English as a foreign language.
The Ekphrastic Review
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