From Songs of Zodiac
We begin in summer near the beach
Beneath the sandy roil of waves
where small creepings await low tide.
From aphroditic foam arising to reach
All decay for its living armored grave
where an awkwardly patient mystery resides.
Fertility's rhythm is there for all to count
In each bird or flea or idly passing lover
swells the passion of life beyond measure.
Cancer is the fetish to surmount
or to succumb to with another
who shares our pain, our hope and pleasure.