dear lodestar, true north
John Fry  (bio)

dear drop of light spilled across 3am
sky asleep in the heart of the bear
you are asking again September questions
only the gone shine of your siblings long fallen
ago in an age of embers on earth
before the first humans traced you
in ocher & charcoal, painted you
on rock & skin, oracle riddled onto bones
of the dead your even more ancient
orbit alone knows the answer to
how could flickering you have known
a sieve slept in the little of your dipper
almost invisible to my homesick eye
wanderer, faraway, whispering lullaby

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