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Red sky at night:

A ginger voice soft
My mind goes to autumn leaves
And the wind that brings them down
Falling on shoulders
Freckles that I can count
And navigate like constellations
The cosmos are in her eyes
An endless dare
Calling for exploration
An endless pursuit
Mine aren't the first dreams
To be gathered there
Lost and broken
Home left behind
To the north
Ursa Minor upon her lips
The bear
The ladle
That I can fill and drink
From the tail of her voice
That comes
Gingerly

~Wade Bush

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