I have a new poem at Hobart called “Ode to the Moon Trees” about trees grown from seeds shot into space in 1971, largely forgotten now:
Back on earth, shock and awe: planted,
the seeds germinate; there’s no discernable
difference in their make-up. So they’re given
away as gifts by the President, planted
on college campuses, in city centers,
affixed with plaques to mark their terrible
I’ve long wanted to be published in Hobart, so this is a dream. I’m grateful to the editors there for publishing this poem.