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| An Elon Musk satellite train |
Afield beneath the Milky Way
she touched my arm and asked
what would I do differently today.
Fireflies ascended from the weeds.
I mentioned more respect.
She looked straight up and said, Ah, a first.
And the mystery remains.
Could she have meant the Forked River of Heaven,
for she lived an illuminated life ?
Or was it my apology twenty years too late ?
A satellite train passed overhead.
I think we missed each other,
she said, her hand still on my arm.
And she left me in the dark.
