Before the collision, you were green, so beautiful.
Down here on Earth, you helped us grow beautiful.
Mother as mirror. Who is our mother?
Pale, pock-marked Diva— long ago beautiful.
Out on the town, creeping over spires, dropping
into gardens; they reap what you help sow, Beautiful.
Light silver moon June spoon June moon silver light:
an elopement oulipo. Beautiful.
City escapees, caught in the open, open-mouthed
beneath her pink-faced glow: beautiful.
Blasted, broken, craters on the terminator;
deep orange gold— unco beautiful.
Unsteady binoculars. Lunatic (Michele)
caught in your undertow, Beautiful.
MICHELE WAERING has an MLitt in Creative Writing from The University of Glasgow. Her poems have been published in From Glasgow to Saturn; A Thousand Cranes: Scottish Poets for Japan; From Quill to Quark; Envoi and The Ghazal Page. She lives in Renfrewshire, Scotland.