Now nervously across the sky is stretched
Eridanus, the river, east to west.
Aquarius spills the water he has fetched;
The Sea-goat’s tail is lashing; and unrest
Keynotes the heavens. All serenity
The constellations knew is gone. For see,
They skip to dodge the mighty voice of doom:
“Orion, mighty hunter, comes. Make room!”
by Ray Romine Wednesday, March 19, 1952
