Heart of Mars -------------- If I write about the moon, its cratered face, its puckered eyes, would heaven then provide a tune to rhapsodize my lunar lies? If I tap ten thousand stars with pointed pen into the blue, would I ensnare the heart of Mars, and would Orion love me too? I dream such fancies that I tell, but my two feet are glued to ground, and earth will hold my head as well the moment that I lay it down. But when my bones grow thick with moss and all my pretty lies are old, will pale Orion mourn my loss or martian memories get cold? Karen Tellefsen kat2@mindspring.com