There's a rosy vision
in my mind
of you:
Making jokes in fireside flickers
and for moments
falling embers lit the night
so that we
might look
into the points of light
in each other's eyes.
The vision there before me
tasted of fireworks and
model train engine steam
the only
embers' shine
was
the end of
a Marlboro light.
But the jokes were still there
and through a joviality
we wrested back
control from the stars
and so
divine our own
horoscope-love, to
spin a zodiac back
around to Aquarius
and trip him with our feet.
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