Intendimento

by Janet Butler


I wake and search deep night skies
looking for that distant red plant
churning her barren orbit,
mother of Mars now desolate,
her pale red sands emblem of life
that was.

We sense each other.
Her, dry, dusty, feeble, me, watching love die.
We exchange wan glances.

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