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meadow on a ridge between creeks: frozen grass reflects
the shimmering billows of aurora borealis
neighbors on a night journey in a horse-drawn corn-wagon
the old woman points up, calls Orion the "Tea-Table"
my first lesson in naming: the Bear, the Wain, the Dipper
Cassiopeia's Chair shaped the initial of our name
midnight in the Flint Hills, coyotes call under moon and stars
bright & brighter, yet silent, Sirius leads the chorus
look, Gino, at this January night: no clouds, no moon
Kansas sky, every star a gem shining in Indra's net