The newscast reports it’s the
last few shreds of Halley’s Comet
skimming by us out of Orion,
but the earthbound poet
couldn’t care less if it’s really
Halley’s last gasp or if it’s some
micro-cosmic fecal matter, flushed
decades or lightyears ago, or
even if it’s just a bunch of
hopped-up hippies up on the
hill playing with sparklers.

All the ink-headed haikuist
really cares about is whether
the flashes will last, how long
the flashes will last, how long
before the last flash flashes,
and does he have to go home
once the comet dust settles,
the final flash is finished,
and the last sparkle sparks.


RDP Saturday

~ Star Spangled ~

Slightly Revised For
Poets And Storytellers United
~ Writers’ Pantry #77 ~

10 thoughts on “Orionids

  1. Sadly we often mesmerised more with activity outside the Earth’s atmosphere rather that what happens on our own planet. Really we don’t deserve to be here.

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