
The front page notes a report of a comet
and how it came darting out of the void,
a small silvery fish in dark waters.
It zooms over southern horizons.
Named for its first witness, a Japanese amateur,
he must have combed the night relentlessly
to net his prize.
It carries its speed against the night.
It will not return for aeons,
its leash loose as it spins outwards.
I forgot to watch for it at dawn.
There were too many little things scrabbling
for my attention, and in this way
I missed its passing.
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