Before science stepped in with its fancy footwork
A raw youth, I’d scan nights for a shooting star
Crooning like Como to catch one and pocket it
Could it really do the magic? Unhook a girl’s bra?
Ha! They’re not stars, mere fragments of comet
Arcs of burnout in the black canopies of June
Older now, sadder, I leave science to the boffins
Rave on about breasts to an understanding moon.
Credit note: “Before Science Stepped In” by Rod Usher was first published in Eye to the Telescope 2, a special Australian and New Zealand issue of the Science Fiction Poetry Association’s online journal, which I edited. The poem has been selected as a finalist in the Science Fiction Poetry Association’s Dwarf Stars Award for the best short-short speculative poetry published in 2011, and will appear in the 2012 Dwarf Stars Anthology. It is reproduced here by permission of the author.
About the author: Rod Usher is an Australian writer living in Spain. His poems have been published in Island, Meanjin, Quadrant, Going Down Swinging, et al. He is a former literary editor of The Age and senior writer for TIME magazine in Europe. His third novel, Poor Man’s Wealth (2011), i