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Your most ancient kin
were born from the flux
of frenzied suns. You come 
from the family Sky,
your line of descent 
plain in whatever you write 
by hand. A telltale cursive.
With the eddied script 
that galaxies scrawl 
across the night, 
you make your mark—
your signature
a dark river of stars.

                       —Paulann Petersen


Understory, Lost Horse Press, 2013


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