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Stardust or the Northern Lights

Matter across the night

Chromatography

Stretched like taffy

Elements spread butter-thin

We walked one evening

Juniper burned and we were blue under street lamps

We leapt over branches and sandbags

Volleyed down jagged slate

Our ears  burned

I spit in the dirt and licked sour lips

The sky

Clean, curious

Lifting us up.

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Mother’s Day

It’s a morning you would have loved

Clouds don’t care

Sun won’t burn

A breeze

 

Roy Orbison’s “In Dreams” plays

Repeats as I wake

The record crackles and pops

You would have liked it

 

It’s Mother’s Day

Alone and floating

Having lost its companion

I’ll stroke her arm

Hold her soft hands

 

It will be special

Lovely

Resolute

We must make it so