Visions of a Healthy Planet
by James Brush
Gauzy cirrus wisps
burn off early with the stars;
a dust-choked noon sky
glows orange like dying leaves.
Desolate and desiccate,
burned by blistering cold,
wind-scoured deserts remember
where water used to flow.
Eroding winds pile dusty sand
in ever-shifting dunes;
in a hazy salmon dusk,
the diminished sun sets blue.
Two moons’ clear light sweeps a sky
under which only robots sleep
beneath one brilliant blue-hued
evening star on whose surface
you’ll find me—in the driveway
out to get the paper, a moment to admire
that ruddy wanderer in retrograde,
that rusty blood drop in the sky.
James Brush (blog) lives in Austin, Texas where he teaches English in a juvenile correctional facility. His poems have appeared in various places online and in print. He published his first novel, A Place Without a Postcard, in 2003. He has been fascinated by Martian landscapes since he saw the first Viking images in the mid-1970s.
Great sounds: “Desolate and desiccate” “that ruddy wanderer in retrograde/
that rusty blood drop in the sky” Nicely read, too.
Wonderful imagery, enjoyed being surprised by Mars, which I am also fascinated by. “in a hazy salmon dusk, / the diminished sun sets blue.” was a favorite. And all the r’s in the final stanza.
ah, Mars.
lovely.