After the Comet (Hale-Bopp) from Volume eight
After the comet comes heads or tails of us
raking mythical fingers through virgin snow
through dust of our dust, our human stew.
Gypsy vision pretending to know the future
blows off colored tails without a word.
A sleeper no longer drifting off beyond the starsscatters a third part to caution and the solar winds.
A two tailed, spectacular broadside, we view a
close up comet, prism of light, red white and
blue fractured, spray nozzle attached,
a cosmic seltzer bottle and slap-stick show.
Under slow drizzle of the moon, frost forms a bridge
and breath joins with comet tails in a last laugh.
In the sweet and near - burn fragile lanterns
held together by love and human fascination.
As moonlight sharpens instinct, so prayers rise.
ŠJimmy Warner Design, 2010
