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Sunday, June 2, 2024
Meteor By Nadine Terk
Meteor I expected he wouldn't show up, buthe did, grey skin, smell of yesterday's alcohol,wheeling a suitcase without a change of clothes.It was filled with rocks.I have had enough sadness of his lost life,living on the street, feasting from dump…
I expected he wouldn't show up, but he did, grey skin, smell of yesterday's alcohol, wheeling a suitcase without a change of clothes. It was filled with rocks. I have had enough sadness of his lost life, living on the street, feasting from dumpsters. Praise the curator at the Natural History Museum, when my brother called to show him his collection of meteors, standing before us quietly without interrupting until the last stone had been removed from the suitcase my brother wheeled uptown and across Central Park, too suspicious to take the subway. We followed the curator to the basement, the Hall of Gems and Minerals, malachite and fluorite dimly lit, the space New York moms took infants in strollers to sleep in darkness, to see the two genuine meteors on display, falling to earth not far from where my brother once lived, in the house he built for his wife and two kids. All now disappeared. We both touched the burned Martian soil and his eyes lit as they do when he sifts through the earth. My brother's grin, teeth black as the stones in his collection, not a value on this earth. Both of us trying to save things that fall.
By Nadine Terk
Biography:
Nadine Terk is a visual artist, poet and musician. She is the former curator of the Jacksonville Art Museum and founder of the Civic Orchestra of Jacksonville. Terk makes a daily practice of writing and has worked with poets Peter Campion, Marie Howe, Daniel Levin and Meghan Adler. Her first collection of poetry entitled Prayer For Commuters mines the natural world for images that speak of our fate as inhabitants of a dying planet.
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