-the hovering flying saucer from Mars-

and why not Mars?

why finger another planet for the invading

flying saucer from another world, but Mars?

Mars it's always been, so, Mars it is now.

this time the invader is seen from my kitchen window, and

setting the scene, I’ll say it’s early evening, but moonless,

and a soupy fog has settled in.

I can barely make-out the incandescence.

the windows of neighboring houses, once sharply delineated

are now fuzzy little rectangles in amber, glowing with a rarer kind of light.

the streetlight high above them emits a blue, hazy oval shape,

heavily atomized, and I see it as a flying saucer filled with slimy,

big-eyed, green-skinned Martians. how frightening.

I should simply wish it away 

like the kid in the Twilight Zone sending naughty

neighbors into the cornfield,–– forget this nonsense

and return to dishwashing like the other poets on the block.

but I expand the sighting.

the fog is thickens.

the invader's ship is calculated to be hovering very,

very, very far away and the farther away I imagine it,

the bigger the saucer from Mars gets, especially when seen up close.

It's unimaginable.

no stars. no moon. no fuzzy-coated streetlight anymore.

just doom hovering there above the sink between dirty dishes and eternity.