Martian Dreams
by Nancy Wilcox


Ancient seas call me
across a sand-blasted plain,
across forever.

Ghost-water storm-surge
drowns memories of beaches --
transcendent waves crash.

Lit by distant sun,
from a cold and empty sky,
red grit sifts as rain.


Poem copyright 2004 by Nancy Wilcox E-mail: nancywilcox@hotmail.com

Artwork © 2004 by Nas A. Glass




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