Names of Famous Galaxies

He dwindled among
the single roots
of the night, captured
the fright of his
own vision, much
like a ghost prison
aching right
outside his door
near as a church.

Then it was
the end of winter.
He saw the geese
and was undone,
happy as a lamb.
It all sang back
at him then,
small Oak pollen
bursts in the air,

before he sneezed
big gusts of spring
himself in the dark.