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Orion's Daughter
by Katy Brown

Against the claret sky,
in a branch of eucalyptus—
a torn scrap of mist
lifted by the night wind;

this darkness sings with
crickets and mockingbirds.
Snapping dry leaves and twigs
release a medicinal scent.

I walk in shadows under a gibbous moon.
Betelgeuse winks between the branches:
the watchful star—marked
by my father, years ago,
on the shoulder of Orion.
I hold out my palm—
the weight of starlight
heavy as the years.

(, June 15, 2007)


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