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STAR CHARTS

The cosmos
is my lover.

The beads in her hair
brush my hairless chest.

These words:
Wonder, disaster,
are hers.

We, a column
of bright coral, rising
from the living sea,
rush to embrace her -
managing, despite
adverse conditions,
two inches a century.

      — Bjorn Thomas