In the east the moon appears,
serene as the enlightened face
once glimpsed within the portal
of a Buddhist shrine.
Far to the south, a trapezoid
of diamonds hovers like a kite,
the jewelled tail in imminent decline.
What fiery orbs with hearts of ice
looked down on the embattled earth
as plans were made one night
to cross the Rubicon?
Signs and Portents
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2003
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