Robert Rinehart

scrying ball

hinter

7

a glass entropy

repeated gazelles

before kuwait

napoleons russia

seditious

16

hannibal

&

intrados

insect eye

troposphere

3

epicanthic fold

Stars

Squint through streetlamps, foggy-

laced Gogh blurs, a single

eye wanders beyond haze.

Make out such faint peach fuzz,

it just might be Arcturus. Star's

map out, tie the red giant to

the community α Boötis.

Neighbors, just down the street,

past the convenience store,

a hitch beyond the middle school flagpole.

(Relatively, I'm a dish of

sand. A sprinkle within the dish,

the dish beneath some smudge.)

Speckled dust, miasmas

form into imaginary cells.

The bear. Slantward, Betelgeuse, club

borne of Orion, massive shoulder thrust.

Such cold anger!

There's Antares, believed to be

red. Bright, sublime, s/he stings

one's eyes, sheds mass unimaginatively, flings

forth like a heated argument. Not Mars,

only visiting each summer.

We hold the power of naming,

our perceptions writ down

amongst the myths that have

lasted for such millenia.

Bar any elements of fable, tales.

Legend's rare book. Hawai'ian

culture says it forms

Maui's sanctified hook.

This hook dragged us

up, from the ocean's depths,

made us who we become.