-- for Jeff and Heather --
“Do not ignore our mounting debt!”
My Sun in Leo knows the tune.
It thinks it spies a safety net
just up ahead and hopes we’ll get
there soon.
It keeps us ever on the run.
Its pace is always “highest noon,”
its fires fixed on former fun.
We’re past the solstice, dearest Sun.
We’re not in June!
To other planets I must turn.
I’m far too young to feel such doom,
nor do I wish to fill an urn.
But Leo wants my sun to burn
until its final fume.
My Moon in Taurus questions this.
“Passivity’s our greatest boon.”
Though Leo takes it much amiss,
it contemplates in silent bliss
the bluebells in the meadow strewn
and quits attempts to understand
the feints the matadors have planned,
their tricks that make the damsels swoon.
It whiles the time with Ferdinand,
who sits in peace beneath my Taurus Moon.