|Jul/Aug 2000 Poetry|
I read the horoscopes every day,
and they heighten my expectancies.
I must have an alter ego
leading a very glamorous life.
Today she is being told
that she should exercise her prerogative to wait
before she makes her move,
that more information may be forthcoming.
I feel like springing into action,
a coiled cat
sprinting out of its cage.
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