The Constellation Orion

I'm delighted to see you.

old friend.

lying there in your hammock

over the next town.

You were the first person

my son was to meet in the heavens.

He's sleeping now.

his head like a small sun in my lap.

Our car whizzes along in the night.

If he were awake, he'd say.

"Look, Daddy, there's Old Ryan!"

but I won't wake him.

He's mine for the weekend,

Old Ryan, not yours.