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This poem is taken from PN Review 231, Volume 43 Number 1, September - October 2016.

Two Poems Andrew McNeillie
I see Orion…

I see Orion out tonight patrolling our western flank.
By midnight he’ll be just round the corner of our row
heading off like clockwork, wound up long ago,
his silver epaulettes still bright enough to make me blink

as I stand here on a cold March night, bedazzled by
what isn’t there and never moves except
the heart, to the kind of wonder nothing can buy.
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