evaporation
Mary E. Croy
If I were Mars, I would be nostalgic
for magnetic fields that gleamed green in a blue sunset
the blessings of pressure, holding atmosphere at a comfortable 28 inches
flowing water carving, carving canyons
I would crave such things
landscapes free of despair
before soil turned to rust
and I would dream of gardens
rocks scratching moss
cool low density amoebas
remembering the carefree nature of water
water that holds
able to resist the greedy charm of sun
Mary E. Croy lives in Madison, Wisconsin where she works as an administrative assistant. She spent nine years teaching English Language Learners in Ha Noi, Viet Nam. During her free time, Mary likes reading poetry and hanging out with her cats, Buster and Gabby. Her work has appeared in Better than Starbucks, Woven Tale Press, and Valley Voices, among others.