Last Night (through the windows)

Venus,
the vivacious fool,
giddy with the hunt
chased the sun
like a loose balloon
over the treetops,
over the long bare rise,
the string,
just out of reach.

And in the east,
brazen with a honed moon
risen, Saturn, Jupiter, Mars,
one by one, each
astride a saddle of cloud.

That is what I saw
through my kitchen windows
last night, as the dog slept;
as my wife twitched and mumbled,
uneasy, in a rumpled bed;
as a cold case stayed cold
on the tube; as other
mysteries remain unsolved,
but for omens and vigilance.

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