venus is hanging low, in the middle of the sky next to where the trees part and bend back and forth the position of certain fronds indicate the weather their quiet fanfare as the night slides across the curtain rising, or coming down divining, telling north, to south, to north then there's the moon bereft, half an oyster shell listing west to south until the curve of its back presses against the night floor venus is hanging and we tell fortunes according to the way it spins pi times the radius... read more
