Sagittarius

— Peter LaBerge

It is comforting to know
the man will replace
a body of similar size

of similar intent, promise
and so-on—I can
nearly draw a line in snow

from him I have
not met to him of my day—
him I dare not say

because he is not yet
real. I am satisfied to line
the mind with stones

to announce the heat
will happen somewhere
around here. But no one

can predict the cold,
the body it will bring. Try
as I might, I know

I could not know
every part of winter
before he has come.


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