On Its Own
When humankind departed, irate, for parts unknown,
The planetary enterprise continued on its own,
Providing kinder species housing they require
In what may stand of trees on land, like islands in the fire.
The sun rolled back and forth again as day resumed its size;
The moon refused to note the loss of moody lovers’ eyes;
A shaggy comet tossed its tail and fizzled golden-green
While galaxies, receding, looked the same unseen.
~*~
Suzanne Sykora has been an attorney in New York and a teacher of English to Germans here (she married a German). To date she’s placed 62 poems in the small press or on the web, most recently with *Think Journal* (debut issue, launching), *Ancient Paths* (Jan. 2009), *Bibliophilos* (no pub. dates provided), *Talebones* (Sept. 2008), the *Iconoclast* (# 98), *KRAX Magazine* (2007 and 2008), *Star*Line* (July 2008), *Tales of the Talisman* (June 2008), the *Green Rock Review* (2008), *Aoife’s Kiss* (Sept. 2008) and *Sounds of the Night* (Sam’s Dot, Feb. 2009); as well as on the websites of *Abyss and Apex* (July 2008), *Aphelion* (July and Nov. 2007, July 2008, Feb. and March 2009), *Midnight Times* (Spring 2008), and *Wild Violet* (vol. VII, issue 2). Though She’s had no luck with her three novels, but has also placed 27 tales.
