Thirteen Views of Jupiter

I

Jupiter,

his miniature nose

pokes wet against my inner elbow

II

Sprinting to Grandma’s cooling body,

Dried leaves stick to the gray and brown of Jupiter

III

Controller of sky, lightning,

my memory 

of her red hair and papery

hands. Jupiter’s memory knows

IV

Clouds, trucks, a convertible

Jupiter’s heart clanged

for fear of what?

V

Night-like orbs glint green

above wisps of goopy whiskers

VI

Child and parent search 

for fun

Children and parents and Jupiter 

is fun.

VII

A golden door lay

On her breast. 

Behind which 

Jupiter brushes against 

Oversized sweatpants

VIII

Purple skies hover

Over Jupiter’s new home

Lying flat 

in a fluffy round shell

IX

A whisper on a pale cheek

A pink kiss from Jupiter

On a disinterested nose

X

Never alone, 

whether she liked it or not.

Alone is something

Jupiter’s not been 

Quite a lot. 

XI

Roused by a guttural cough

Jupiter’s ears jump

Triangles at attention

Onlookers 

Jovial at hurumphs’ end

XII

I sang for smiles.

Abrupt changes in weather 

change the melodies

about Jupiter,

Thunder and smiles abound.

XIII

Time has striked muscles

Sure and strong

Twined around

The four legs of Jupiter