augury doggerel

Saturday, December 18, 2004

Alnitak, Alnilam, Mintaka

I walk the kid across the park at night from music school, from Christmas concert practice, and watch for winter stars. I see the three magi through the trees pointing to Sirius. It's dark and cold, and she keeps up, backpacked and chattering, with news of a first kiss: a boy, a chase, a slip behind a tree, a pretended whisper. Twelve hundred years, I fall back.


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