Today's Horoscope

(or how to tell when you’ve
read too much W.H. Auden)

I was driven to sin
by solitude and the wind.
I should go for a walk
but the rain is keeping me in.
The green leaves and red grapes
of summer are gone,
with the lover’s lost glance.
I should go for a walk
but the rain is keeping me in.

The shades are half drawn,
gray light is seeping in.
A solitary seagull’s cry
circles above the roof,
On the table, week old daisies,
a half empty glass of gin,
more bad weather is moving in.
I should go for a walk
but it’s raining,
the wind is cold,
and I am thin.