Sagittarius

by Susan Castillo Street



Stabled on Mount Helicon amid the Muses,
his hide ripples, golden. Sleek, unsaddled,
this satyr roams the night.  His horse-half’s lusty,
 
willful, his hindquarters made of earth. 
The human part’s a different story.
Chiron’s head is filled with light
 
and visions of high heavens.  His strong arms
fire arrows that trace glittering sparks,
celestial arcs to  guide the Argonauts
 
to find the Fleece. The Muses cheer him on,
eternal wanderer, applaud him, and at his feet
cast wreaths of glowing stars.
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