The little rover wheels across the surface of the Moon
composing poetry to itself as it catalogs core samples, vials full of dust
sends its readings back to Earth, its poetry into the stars
flinging verse in an arc of radio waves in hopes of finding an audience.
Somewhere out in space, is there an audience waiting for these poems
scanning the thousands of miles of space in hopes of finding us
only to receive the cobbled ramblings of a robot
cycling through a vocabulary of words like “love” and “daisy” and “butterfly”
flat descriptions of things it will never know?
About:
Holly Day’s poetry has recently appeared in Analog SF, Cardinal Sins, and New Plains Review, and her published books include Music Theory for Dummies and Music Composition for Dummies. She currently teaches classes at The Loft Literary Center in Minnesota, Hugo House in Washington, and The Muse Writers Center in Virginia.
