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Venus in Aspect

(for Iris and Joe, September 10, 2011)

Let’s make it a day for conjecture.
When two get hitched at one on nine ten eleven,
Ripe scarlet transecting a Shenandoah slope.
The sum is not a Fibonacci. I saw a proof on that.

When two get hitched at one on nine ten eleven.
Venus blesses them with generosity
The sum is not a Fibonacci. I saw a proof on that.
The beauty of this wedding will feed multitudes.

Venus blesses them with generosity,
Maybe elephants and the Arctic ice won’t disappear.
The beauty of this wedding will feed multitudes.
Here, today, two hearts already together, are everything but one.

Maybe elephants and the Arctic ice won’t disappear.
And being so close to a full harvest moon plus equinox,
Here, today two hearts already together, are everything but one.
It’s easy to extrapolate that love goes on and on.

And being so close to a full harvest moon plus equinox,
Ripe scarlet transecting a Shenandoah slope,
It’s easy to extrapolate that love goes on and on.
Let’s make it a day for conjecture.

rm mist - 2011

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