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Star Struck on a Below Zero Night

(yesterday jottings, today's rework-- a fresh write for the new year. Do you get my hidden reference in stanza 4?) (big clue- see image added to this title)

The voices of the stars whisper magic
all day while hidden behind the sun

But it is the night that brings out their rich dialogues
stories spilled across the sky. Pictographs of perception.

What are you telling me this eve of a new year
after weeks of bad news?

Do I find hope in Orion hunting for answers?
Or Sirius, the she-bear, brightest star telling me
to stay strong, defend my pack?

I wait and watch, shiver in the dark, my breath a bloom of cloud.
Listen, the seven sisters speak,
I can almost hear their woman-wise words
in the brittle cold, leaning into the new year.



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