Hostile planet do you care for us
Poetry
Days and nights, moon and sun,
storm and drought—all these happen
to the body as well. Now in this
sixth decade I have to ask
as if you too were a person
who could feel the core magnetized,
flowing from your poles, and know
the valley as a depression
where only the cactus rose
grows a little succulence to adorn
a place so dry its only comfort
might be the flatness of the floor.
Suggested Reading
-
Featured • Poetry
-
Poetry
-
Poetry
