Sonnet #90

You want to colonize the stars? Me, too, but
First let's figure out how not to ruin the stars
How to find a thing that's beautiful, and shut
the door, fly on, leave beauty to beauty, we are
Really bad at beauty. We push our domiciles
against the edge of waterfalls, shore front
mountain top, Shenandoah Valley style
houses, all excavating beauty, shunt
the view a little around a gated wall
We will see the rings of Jupiter become
A private palisade, Europa's hidden waterfalls
Will be fenced off, rerouted, for a wealthy someone
The beauty of this universe is tumbling free
We ought to build our homes somewhere clean, ugly