kelly houle
Supernova
The unexpected death
of a starlet
in a nearby
neighborhood
made waves.
The catastrophe,
flagged with yellow tape
sent the astronomers
to their mid-century desks
like sleuths
in a dime store
crime novel.
We all knew
of her, they said,
admired her always
from afar. She was
so beautiful, they went on,
flipping through the photos
before sliding them
with care into
the manilla envelope.
Back then, of course,
and somehow
seeing her this way,
even now.