The tail of the Scorpion
a light-static
over the road,
an old barn water-logged.
Then wind, northwest,
the clouds baled to the east,
and now the whole
covenant of stars:
the Dolphin’s jack;
the Dragon we traced at school;
the Lady in Chains,
who suffered, who was fair;
and stunned at last
the scythes of Herculean limbs.
And here the shut
petals of chaste houses,
the last fall of rain
left to the pines.