To become a human
On a planet X, Martian girl- tourist, dressed in stardust and silk,
waits on a queue and speaks to her personal Moon.
“The hours on the waiting line are worth” – she says,
and step after step, to the emerald salesman she moves.
With the speed of the light it was supposed to be,
but alas, time froze, the orbits were on strike again.
She thought of astronauts, she prayed for iron rain,
she dreamed of umbrellas that will hide her antenna
and when she finally reached the counter,
her nikon eyes, her smile in innocent tungsten, crossing gigabites,
faced the solar robot, selling all kind of artificial goods:
“One ticket to the Earth please and advice how can I fit in a human outfit?
© 2011 Broken Sparkles