A virgin smiles, her beauty glows
While those who would weigh fortune pose
A question of the stinging smile
As goose-fletched arrows eat the miles
Towards the goat whose hands embrace
A water carrier’s gentle face
And thou and I fry fish for tea
To feed my friend the ram and thee
The bull at bay, his death dirge sings 
Beneath the heavenly duo’s wings
While by the water, pink-shelled ones 
Defy the lion to seek the sun
And all the while the heavens above
Care not if we should hate or love
And, in spite of what we’re taught
The zodiac truly counts for naught

©️jj 2018

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