Poem 1


An Astronomer Drives His Wife Home


she had mixed Scotch and wine

and was going to be sick

crying already with shame

as he pulled off the road

and helped her bend down

the familiar stars overhead were mute

they would not speak tonight of infinities,

beginnings and ends, singularities, Einsteinian

ultimate whys and whens

mere dots of light

more silent than the void they burned in

no match for the sobs and retchings at his feet

and a dog barking somewhere



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