POEMS FOR RECOVERY: HYAKUTAKE PASSING
HYAKUTAKE PASSING I see it dimly, bright behind the masking veil of high clouds and city glow, drifting casually by our planet at one hundred and thirty thousand miles an hour: Comet Hyakutake passing Ursa Major in the night, while I, hands cut and stinging from the sawgrass, prepare to enter the... Sign in to see full entry.