
up close
they rip
with punishing
speed
faraway they drift
at a sleepy
crawl
ancient orbits
known only
to primordial
ice
looping
in the empty
dark
yip yip yip
plenty of seats
at the comet
rodeo
Listening for the words in a quiet corner of the night. The fiction, poetry, and photography of Jason Evans.
3 comments:
ripping!
Aloha from Honolulu
Comfort Spiral
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...plenty of seats at the comet rodeo!!!
Cloudia, ha. :)
Lee, lots and lots of room out there.
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