Pisces

The stars hold no future
plans for you or me.

They are just stars.
Planets in orbit, moons

without gravity or life,
maybe some very nice

rocks, but that's about it.
There is no slip of paper

tucked inside a stale
chinese cookie that will

show you the way, present
a clue to the next love,

or husband or wife. No
divining rod will lead

you to water, to success.
The gypsy woman,

forget about it.
Soothsayers and fortune

tellers, prophets,
all but a few, have nothing

to be told. They can't see
anything but the minute

they are in, and even then
they are at a loss, they hold

no cards, no crystal ball,
no magic wand or vision you

can rely upon. And the
weatherman, please, don't

get me started there, just
flip a coin and be done with it.