Evening sky
strawberry sherbet swirl in an electric
blue ice,
with a moon . . .
thanks to the moon.
It keeps that cloying sweet taste
out of my mouth.
A goddess in rut is
always welcome.
By dawn there will be
four planets in a line across
the sky; four of the old ones.
To the West Mars,
to the East Venus,
Saturn and Jupiter above.
Orion and his dog watch over them.
Mercury can not be seen.
This is Mars' closest point
since the last attack.
Next month it will be on TV,
and up there, unseen Neptune
is getting ready to come up
from the deep.
A tinker toy gnat is going
to take pictures.
published in Not Your Average Zine, Atlanta, GA, 1989.
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