Look up to the night’s stretched arms
Reaching up smooth against the mirror
Where Orion’s damn belt can be seen
On every homely street lying in rows.
The consummation of growth and nostalgia.
Looking forward to progress and looking up to history.
Aries, isn’t fertile anymore and it’s lost its job
Because Dodge Rams grew to rule the farm.
We use the Big Dipper as it pours more sugar
On our fresh bear claws, because it’s time
To make Ursa Major sweet again.
The intimation of Capricornus because
It looks like New York Values
With, it’s spectacles cast inland from sea,
Next to Lady Liberty. The goatfish, coiled up
Wishing it could be taken in like the snake.