By A. V. Christie
The canals of Mars
beseech various oxides, vast
dust storms
of a dulled red,
a daytime warmth
that only reaches so far.

Let’s call these fissures canals
so we’ll think of Venice
looking through our telescope
as Mars comes this close

in this our anniversary year
with its thin atmosphere
and, to be probed,
its extreme cold.

Source: Poetry (October 2009).


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Poet A. V. Christie

Subjects Nature, Stars, Planets, Heavens, Arts & Sciences, Sciences

Poetic Terms Free Verse