From that flat’s
balcony,
narrow-doored,
I’d muse on Orion—
his gladius
below his belt,
three stars
perfectly aligned.
I didn’t know
he hunted Pleiades,
clutching
the Bull’s mane,
or at his heel,
Isis as a dog
barked,
seeking Osiris.
Below, a plaza
named for Peace
taught sanctity
in solitude.
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