HALE-BOPP

by Pat M. Kuras

Shortly before her stroke,

I brought my mother

to the driveway

beside our noble pine

and pointed

to the Japanese comet,

a fuzzy speck

in the sky.

One night,

a year later,

I stood beside her grave

and imagined

we were together

looking at the majesty

of Hale-Bopp.

Now there was a comet!

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Pat M. Kuras has published poems in Crab Creek Review, Misty Mountain Review, Nerve Cowboy and One Sentence Poems. She has two chapbooks of poetry: Hope: Newfound Clarity (2015) and Insomniac Bliss (2017), both from IWA Publishing Services.