Maven

May 26th, 2019 § 0 comments

Credit: NASA/JPL/Univ. Arizona/UChicago

Wind worn glides
Of flowing try
Turning here,
To there, a gleam –
Long since sought
To there, a stream

Sailing empty
Through wondering sky
To subtle jetties,
Of methane air –
Riding through
Till no, till there

Notions of what
Or what may why
Under the cracked,
And deepening pool –
Meandering true
So dark, and cool

A winded wrinkle
Wrankle awry
Under a surface
Of wind swept time –
Spreads, its out
As a ragged, old sign.

Riverbeds >>

 

Hat tip: Robert Lewis Stevenson “Looking-Glass River”

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