On a Clear Night

Looking upwards, amazed, I cry aloud.
The red planet disrobes its cloak of cloud.

Lazing in a Deckchair

Bath�d in warmth, at the edge of my gaze
Jostling dahlias in sepia-haze.

                                                                                                © Brian Strand

Loch Raven Review Fall 2005 — Vol. I, No. 1
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