Kiss of the Planets

Jupiter and Venus meld like two canaries Kissing in late February In a black gap Between mountainous sparkling beach hotels As if The planets have privacy in their own city alley Sand in Miami Warm as peach pie beneath our bare feet A beach just for us Bob and Kerri What cosmic gale Blew these names to our lunar sails? The froth from ocean waves Breaks Like ghostly surfers of dull light Riding the brink of non-existence Swoosh and retreat At the broken ankles of us Silhouettes Hobbling past prints in the mud Sunny Isle Pier flinging her jeweled harpoon To the starfish abyss While we are gone Our boys drive from Lansing to Denver Forever- More They call from the highway and say they’ve discovered Dark Side of the Moon On the Plains in a blizzard of pebbles and stones Try it, I say, while you watch The Wizard of Oz Then you’ll understand the coming and going Of our Universe And all its tricks of sound and vision Kerri Pulls my face to her lips Whispers, Kiss me While we have this chance by the sea Tomorrow The two of us return home To the zodiac space of our empty house.