Zāhir al-Dīn Ulūġh Beg Kūrakan, Souwar al-kawakib al-thabita, Samarkand, 1436
A long arc of cirrus, segmented and fall-streak spined: fish bones in a pale blue sky picked clean by a westerly.
Later, as the sun tucks away: a fat fading contrail flashes rosy as a brook trout’s belly.
Tonight’s waxing moon: a weight for a cast-net big enough to catch all those star-bound fish.
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