Pleiades. The Bear.
Photo: (c) astronomer Hakon Dahle. Oslo, Norway
on our backs
in the night fields
in the sweet grass
And spied on the Pleiades. The Bear.
And of course broad Orion
in the Southernmost sky
Leg back, tense.
Pulling taut the sprawling starry fabric of the Almost-dawn
With the steady draw of his single bowstring
Once also there was a shower of stars
that fell silently
over the mint fields
And the grass seed fields
the purple streaked beginnings of our Dawn.
But summer rolled suddenly to her side
Pulling the comforter with her
And in the haste of her departing
kicked up a Deadening
hiding Me from You
And so you would travel
Alone your long hidden way
to the northern cities
And I would wander the midnight country
After a kind of a Ghost