the heavens were hooded last night
the Perseid meteor shower hid from view
a slice of the moon played
peek-a-boo with clouds, I asked questions
of myths and constellations, mused
that if Orion carried an EpiPen and didn’t die
from a scorpion’s sting and had
erectile dysfunction and every mythic star knew
the Pleiades wouldn’t flee from rape
and the stars might roll different in the sky
8-14-20
My husband's poetry 
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