By Kim Frank

Winter heavens are opening up to Vito.

Orion has become his best friend.

He offers Vito a loan of his belt,

waves from space with the red club hand that

Vito thinks looks like Mars.

Vito feels sinful for loving the sky.

He licks the fingers of the Pleiades,

stays awake with coffee from a Dunkin Donuts.

The waitress there likes Vito and shows her concern

"What are you doing Vito?" she asks.

"Oh, just thinking about a nebula."

he answers, eating a donut.

Vito points out a constellation

"It is not that far," he tells the waitress

"Space is the foundation of Heaven.

It is easy to fall through a hole in the sky.

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