Voyager Two Writes from Neptune


09 Degrees in Capricorn

August 25, 1989


I wanted you in the war time, in the cool harbor of forgiveness.

Plumes stemmed dark from Triton, coxcomb and clementine,


Queen Anne’s Lace and memories of elegance erupting /

swishswishswish. The sky is still the sky, still blue,


birdless, ring washed, arc worn, spun from storm.

I twitch upon the target body, swallowing each bright image,


N2H4 foaming like breath upon cool glass,

longing to be as inhospitable—

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