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Orion's Daughter II
by Katy Brown
My dad listened to the sky—
the whirl of animals in slow procession
through the seasons—
the moon and phases of it.
He loved the vagueness of the Milky Way
and he shared tales of the constellations;
he explained the geometry of eclipse.
Raised on a farm, he understood the seasons
and the paradox of a single spring
granted to all lifespans.
He spoke to me in starlight—
every word a wonder.
(MedusasKitchen.blogspot.com, September 23, 2012)