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The asphalt wavers as we look skyward,
follow clouds that curtain the horizon, usher in night.
Later, we’ll build a fire, track sparks, watch them dart.
Amber and orange they become earthly
constellations, & we name them after lovers
we’ve lost, ships sleeping at the bottom of this
sea, childhood dogs that chased their tails,
circled like we do now. Our backs to the fire
we say what we think: we are lost, we are lucky,
we are drifting & drowning in a sea of stars.
- Julia Klatt Singer