That night the comet could still be seen, wound in its wild mane. Earlier, an egret had stopped by the stream to clean itself of something, red bill dipping again and again into the white feathers. And before that, walking along, we became aware of a tiny, fragile skeleton at the side of the road, paws drawn up over its empty chest.
"The Anniversary" from Not To: New & Selected Poems, published by The Sheep Meadow Press. Copyright © 2006 by Elaine Terranova. Used by permission. All rights reserved.