Lupus
by Mary Cresswell
Do you still believe
tomorrow requires
stars smeared with ashes
from hungry fires?
I shall leave footprints
husky as wind
cold as glacial snouts
on your ice-kissed skin.
Huddled in the centre
fraught with wolves
we watch stars drag out the night
in long removes
Copyright © 2003, Mary Cresswell
Lupus, the Wolf
by Johannes Hevelius
Mary Cresswell is a science/natural history editor and freelance proofreader. She immigrated to New Zealand from Los Angeles years ago. She lives by the beach, just north of Wellington, and can see Alpha Centauri from her bedroom window.