Intermission

As Jupiter sharpens the night sky,

The blue light unfolding from her cocoon,

And the rest of a thousand years,

The wait,

Now ending.

Find her past the moonlit field,

Striding with the beat of raindrops, wind

And the cast off greed a long night in velvet

Will surely wreak in the soiled heavens

Of a dry field known cold and snippety crisp.