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IV
Photons brush my eye
from a distant star.
I watch it as it moves
with Orion from his camp
on the horizon into the crown
of the sky. Do you remember
when we lay on the heath
wrapped in the night’s
jewelled blanket?
V
We are stardust
separated only from
rock and scorpion
by the pattern
of our atoms