|Comet Hyakutake Image by skeeze from Pixabay|
Through the stars I have tracked
a comet’s far-flung path,
spending light years out in darkness
circling back into the light,
as close to the inferno as I dare.
Then swinging back out,
the glare at my back growing softer
until I can see untold galaxies,
my neighbors and fellow travelers.
Knowing each completion of my orbit
leaves behind more of me,
falling stars to wish upon,
until I become a whisper,
remembered in poetry and paint.
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