September 13th, Orion Rising

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Every year, on this date, at 4:30 am

Orion the Hunter appears between


the second and third juniper tree


and I am here to greet him.

Alnitak. Alnilam. Mintaka.

In youth, he amazed me.


Son of Poseidon, who

enabled him to


walk on water.

Alnitak. Alnilam. Mintaka.

In middle age, he buffered me.


Born of Euryale, who


provided sustenance

in the game he chases.

Alnitak. Alnilam. Mintaka.

In impending old age, he worries me.


Will his belt soon fail him as mine


has failed me? This year,

will he wear suspenders?

By Rob Burnside

Rob Burnside, a yearly visitor to Edgartown, is a retired firefighter and published poet (chapbook “Falling Off the Bone” currently available on Amazon) from Kingston, Pa.