When the lonely comet
scraped like chalk
against the pockmarked night,
the marbled moon off-kilter:
medievals shrieked and ran.
who can avoid comparisons?:
each refrigerator (squashed winter
in a box) with its tamed lunchmeat;
the occasional mammoth (preserved
like steak) in its chunky glacier.
No doubt God has our perspective
(may he live forever too).
© 1997, 2001 Jody Azzouni