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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