Astrology   For mine I want a special sign, a special constellation with a fine Greek name of some kind, heroic like Hercules, but not such a lummox, not a lion tamer   in a toga — no, I want something a bit hipper, the kind of guy who gets his own joke, knows his way around, who sings his own song, plays a mean guitar, forgets   nothing, looks cool in shades, who never bears a grudge, never tries too hard. And the brightest stars up there — that’s him, minus the hair. They must have an extra god like that, right?     © Michael Fleming Brattleboro, Vermont March 2011