Wednesday, 5 July 2017


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.

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