“Changeless Orion,” A Poem

The constellation Orion, named after the hunter of the same name in Greek mythology

By Robert Racicot

I walk empty, quiet streets, 
each house aglow in blue,
airwaves bursting
with isolation.

Moon rises early, 
growing super pink, 
soon the wild creeping
phlox will wake.

What we call tomorrow 
will come,
to witness our universal
nexus moment.

Orion hunts low, southwest,
inspired the human gods
to align the pyramids, 
little changes in the light, 
thousands of years ago.

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