when the day is done,
eye, always seeking color,
sees tan and slate sky
Last night’s shooting stars
a gift of Halley’s Comet:
the Orionids
Shooting stars dash from
Orion and Gemini
bits of Halley’s trace.
My mother said to me, “If you become a soldier you’ll be a general; if you become a monk you’ll end up as the Pope.” Instead, I became a painter and wound up as Picasso.
