space

If I could fly to the moon
and sit upon a crater

I would write a story
about a man in space

the frigid cold, moons, and stars would be my only inspiration

and the constellations would
seem more interesting than your small blue world

I would then turn away
from your: wars, global warming, media, and heat waves

but I wont forget you,
I will write, send pictures, a rock or two
and maybe the first chapter of my story

but I warn you,
it's dull

and it's probably not as interesting
as this
one