hubble

glass-eye, seeing

eye, showing the bee-dances of stars and

constellations. through his telescope,

the universe expands                     red, inhaling, knitted

gasgiant temper tantrums        scatter-

plot of suns,

tetnus of a ruined nova, like a god

in immortal pain. snail mail

light -- it has taken     millionsmillionsmillions^3

of years to illuminate this single, spectacled

astronomer.

half a world away, a shooting star

unzips the night

coyly.

and we point.

Reviews

[Sweet & Tender Hooligan]

A lovely and observant poem. I adore the ending.