Capricorn

A winter’s calf

falls gently like snow. 

Refuses to put on a show,

and will never know 

how to go so low. 

Solo and all alone,

the calf is as good as bone. 

This world is cold

and seems to be growing bold.

Because, even love can be sold. 

But the calf doesn’t want to hold-

on to anything. 

The footprints in the snow

go up and far below. 

The breeze whispers

and even the calf whimpers. 

Her eyes red like the death of winter. 

Antiques for Sale (Houston, 2025)