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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