Astral

And when the rain falls
I hide in every puddle and
in every drop that drips
down your neck

and when the wind blows
I wrestle the leaves to the ground
and place them on the path
for you to curse each morning

and when the snow settles
I shall mess up your hair
and make you wish that
you’d stayed at home instead

but when the night comes
you’ll see me swinging from Orion’s belt
like a distant lucky charm
looking after you still, even after all this time.

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