Perishable Memo

I saw your body swim up the vivid night sky
A silvery white weight wet haired
Salmon breasting fire tides in silk swift ascension
While on the wide flowing black periphery
Wild stars flared out and showered
Failing to follow you in your higher leaping motion

But with my memory that fluid shape too will die
No one will see what I’ve seen
No one will go where I’ve been
Wan worlds from which the colors drained away
Leaving only these strange unearthly word outlines




Comet--S74: NASA Johnson Space Center