Love, a comet, omens and wings

by Roberto C. Garcia

My love for him like wax wings

so long they stretched eternal—

beating in the sky, grazing peaks,

soaring towards the sun with valerian veins.


The wings melted, grew back in our souls—

now I know they were truth.

Reckless lovers: passion is a ghost

too great to be made flesh,


heed the omens of comets, disastrous

marvels, thickening clouds, no one

should look upon you, love, wandering

plume of Haley's comet.