A month's slipped by
and still in my mind's eye
the comet shines clear
over the horizon
unearthly beauty
slender threads of light
pale roots streaking upward
from the comet's head an upside down medusa
floating below the Bear
rare visitor, she'll be back again
though not next year
nor even next millenium
and we will be long gone
at least from here
perhaps we'll be way out
where comets cruise
far beyond Neptune
riding the long elipse
heading for home