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Sunday May 24th, 2015
T.E. Gleason
Night comes on but not dark enough
Nor dew enough to wet frog hair
For Pollux has a lover’s heart
It beats as bright as Venus can
While the Lion sits upon the moon
A silver slice is all that shows
And Jupiter in its lengthy paws
To be its keep for a year or so.
Is Leo the reason it is so dry?
Or is it something to do with prey.
The hay is content to lie as it is
And may not even care for the reason
Unless it finds itself in December
Burnt and barren, the pawn of the fool’s charade.
We may know then, what we don’t know now
But we’ll never know why
Nor maybe even remember
And our guess may be
As misleading as the truth
Which we’ll never really know anyway
Since Pollux will never love again
While the Lion roars with Jupiter
And the moon slips away once more
On a clear, dry night in May.
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