Sis I looked up

The Pleiades were missing

In their stead blank pages appeared

I thought Knossos

I thought Ian Francis

Venus in attendance

I thought it rude of us to remove

His beautiful bow, his sure arrow

I wondered what was he holding in its stead

what quantum foam

What geography

with what kinds of feathers does he fletch

I took my spoils and left

but it lingers a bit

the smoke from an offering bowl

and a question