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Sunday, March 12, 2023

SUNDAY REVIEW / VENUS AS MY STEPS SISTER

 

Two never aging couplets locking eyes: Venus and Jupiter, the old Odysseus home from the wars and eternity's most inspiring woman.

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s often is the case when I’m writing all afternoon, the sun disappears beyond the western horizon pulling off the oldest sight gag in human awareness. That being the heated star we call the sun appears to sink into the depths of the Pacific Ocean. Can it be beyond dusk? I haven’t completed my modest “goal” of 5,000 or so steps for the day. Steady exercise is the key, says my cardiologist, “of course it is,” I reply. 

 Tonight, I decide to walk east along an old residential street. Ahead is the moon rising from behind the shops along 30th Street. Shakespeare, the wag, called it an orb. Anon it is the same moon the bard saw so long ago. Nothing has changed. The XL sized moon emits a golden light. The joke is on me. A sad reflection from an ardent jaywalker. 

 One mile later, I pivot and turn West. Ahead, two planets in the new night shine brightly. Jupiter and Venus were caught kissing above the neighborhood earlier in the week. Except for several million miles of real distance, the celestial magician pulled off another illusion. 

 Forgive the quality of the imagery posted here. It’s hard to be Ansel Adams while dodging rush hour traffic. You see, I prefer to walk down the middle of my neighborhood streets because the sidewalks are so damaged by time and neglect that it isn’t safe to be a night crawler on any public sidewalk. All the while, the ancient romance continues above me. Two never aging couplets locking eyes: Venus and Jupiter, the old Odysseus home from the wars and eternity's most inspiring woman.

And all this in plain sight. 

Such bold lovers. 




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