astromance
I stare up at the sky tonight and study the three nebulae that make up the Hunter’s celestial belt.
I wonder if Orion was as beautiful as you
when your lips form that small
o
and you watch the moon spin away.
No.
nothing can be this beautiful, I decide. And I’m sure
his half-smile would be crooked,
pale and gleaming,
as if he agreed
— beverley fredborg
