I knew a man who was born under the Sun,
a Leo, and his image is posted at a bus stop saturated
by rain. I do not know if this
man I once knew is just missing or dead, I do not
know if his lion curls will ever need cut again.

The body does not have to be stiff
for the Sun to forget its place, be doused by rain –
the Leo man is missing all but his breath.