DOUBLE SIGHT

An aberration in my eyeglasses gives me a tiny bright star next to Venus, down and to her right, as if her hand is curled in a fist, slightly raised.

I like to think of Venus with a fist—a soft Tai Chi fist with all the strength of exquisite balance behind it. Love-and-Beauty smiling a lazy smile, knowing that hate-and-ugliness is nothing but a nattering nuisance, a foolish foe with no notion at all of her power.