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I belong to faraway journeys

that began long ago or once upon a time…

then drifted far from the map.

Those season-caravans roll along still,

finding and losing, then finding again

oases, storms, and sometimes, home-bound tracks….


I belong to the evening star

as it blows, gently, shining dreams into

sleep-fed eyes, then holds back one,

and hides it in her breast to sigh upon

 when a sometime evening grows sad…