Horoscope

Ah! A good year plenty of rain will come snow will fall in its own time the cotton bushes will grow free of blight the sharp thorns – all of them – will burn in place of firewood on everyone’s stove everyone’s pot will boil waves of laughter from the bright windows will reach the shining streets Ah! now we with all the fish the cows the goats ... with all living things this earth all along its uphill road we roll we pass through the tearful season toward the gate of that year that good year ...