Until Further Sightings
by Robert Savino Oventile
Was last week
a slice of bone?
Now it's just there,
everywhere in Paris.
Nobody, hordes,
together again,
out on the boulevards,
like marrow.
No, the town, my friends,
couldn’t take Atala
off the star I need seen.
NOTE: “Atala,” in this poem, refers to the asteroid of that name that occasionally eclipses specific stars.
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