After the Rain of Cometary Fragments

After the rain of cometary fragments
had fallen, streaking sky with white blisters
of light so cold it seemed the sky had turned
to broken ice, melting in hail, and after
we came to pick the dust from sands and fields
(the ice, with tufts of dust explosions turning
eternally the earth), we sought that path
that passed the far horizon, counted out
the numbers of the comet’s path before
it cracked and tumbled into pieces. Such
a portent. Such a cousin to the piece
that struck Tunguska years now gone, and dust
upon the thawing earth; how shall we count
the pieces never to be fitted into
our hand? We come and count what’s left, the rice-
like dusts upon our palms—we close and see
them hidden (how opaque we are!), so soon
after the rain of cometary fragments.

After the Rain of Cometary Fragments

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Tweed Heads South, Australia

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For: Bruce Boston

Originally appeared in Star*Line

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