As I walk in the park,
I see a man with a sign.
“Astronomer, ask me anything.”

I stop, that can’t be right.
I turn around to take a better look
Was it astrologist? A scam artist?

It’s a hand-drawn sign
And there is even a telescope in a corner
There can be no doubt now.

My body goes into mitosis.
I approach the man, give him my hand.
How far is Mars?
How many moons Jupiter has?

Through the corner of my eye,
I see myself twenty feet apart.
I can read my own lips.
Keep cool, in case it’s a prank.