Choral score

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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