Clouds of nanodiamonds
spin like skaters,
spewing
light unevenly
across the black ice
of space.
This is why
some corners
of the night sky are brighter
than others,
it’s now surmised,
completely upending
earlier notions
positing leftover radiation
from the Big Bang
or supernovae.
Not exactly bling, perhaps.
Just the cosmos putting
on its best face, prettying itself
for what it knows
will be the eventual calling
of suitors
from all over the universe.
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Robert Borski is a retired state employee and lives in Stevens Point, Wisconsin. Though he did not start writing poetry until well into his sixth decade, he has had nearly four hundred of his poems published and in such venues as Asimov’s, Dreams and Nightmares, Star*Line, and Strange Horizons. Two collections of his poetry remain available: Blood Wallah and Carpe Noctem. |