Remind them to go charging ahead –
oil will surface, expected to experience, feel safe.
Anxious for a great sorrow,
others question exotic behavior, censored.
Sour sense may see the sun, curious –
an arrangement to enter into until it’s lost.
Mindful of style, no one’s watching.
A little stone will come, before long, a phase
of silent confidence – strike its night, secrets
kept against those growing hurts.
Keep the balance,
extravagant, astute – your bold success.
Source material: “Your Horoscope,” by Peter Watson, Harper’s Bazaar, May 2014, page 182.
E. Kristin Anderson grew up in Westbrook, Maine and is a graduate of Connecticut College. She has a fancy diploma that says “B.A. in Classics,” which makes her sound smart but has not helped her get any jobs in Ancient Rome. Kristin is the co-editor of Dear Teen Me, an anthology based on the popular website. Her poetry has been published worldwide in many magazines and anthologies and she is the author of two forthcoming chapbooks, A Jab of Deep Urgency (Finishing Line Press) and A Guide for the Practical Abductee (Red Bird Chapbooks). She is an online editor at Hunger Mountain and a contributing editor at Found Poetry Review. Once upon a time she worked at The New Yorker. She now lives in Austin, Texas and blogs at EKristinAnderson.com.
© 2014, E. Kristin Anderson
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