Jared Carter

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Comet

(Alexandroid)

And when at last you see one in
the evening sky,
No gyre swerves, no wheels begin
to turn on high –

But far off, there among the stars,
it is a light
Supernal, veiled – as though its spars
and sails took flight

In wind so rarified the world
below seems frail
And insubstantial, and those swirls
a holy grail.

Jared Carter lives in Indiana. His most recent book of poems, Darkened Rooms of Summer, is available from the University of Nebraska Press.