That night
the comet could still be seen,
wound in its wild mane.
Earlier, an egret
had stopped by the stream
to clean itself of something,
red bill dipping
again and again
into the white feathers.
And before that,
walking along,
we became aware
of a tiny, fragile skeleton
at the side of the road,
paws drawn up
over its empty chest. |
| "The Anniversary" from Not To: New & Selected Poems, published by The Sheep Meadow Press. Copyright © 2006 by Elaine Terranova. Used by permission. All rights reserved. |
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