I have heard that Mars is rising

in the Eastern sky.  For several nights

I have looked for her.

She appeared in a guise

that I had not seen before

bright and about a fist

at arm’s reach above the tree line,

spiked shards of black pine just above the shake

roofs   A true drop of blood

I do not think I can recall

ever seeing before.

No wonder she is the goddess

of war, Calafia burns angry

in the night sky. Alabaster Khonsu!  I hate

prophecy in the stars.

thank you NASA for the picture!

About johnsmithiiimxiii

John Smith, IIMXIII is the avatar of an award winning poet, artist, etc. who still lives in the Palouse country of the Pacific NW. He has not received much notice with his prose . . . but as his avatar, I hope that he keeps plugging along.

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