XI from Zero Gravity (excerpt)

The second time the comet swung by
the knife went deeper. It hissed through the sky,

phosphorous on water. It marked a now,
an only-coming-once, a this-ness we knew

we’d keep forgetting. Its vapour trails
mimicked our voyage along ourselves,

our fire with each other, the endless cold
which surrounds that burning. Don’t be fooled

by fireworks. It is no accident that leave
fails but still tries to rhyme with love.

— Gwyneth Lewis, from Chaotic Angels: Poems in English

T. S. Poetry

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