Piece of Midnight Sky
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Mustang Sally pops something mysterious into her mouth
after pawing dirt by the log cabin near the Lake.
My fingers tap her tongue until I finally have
the oval pebble; a piece of midnight sky adorned
with luminous flecks, sister stars flickering—
while a surrounding red circle
binds Usual to Holy.
The smooth stone feels like freezing water
as it pulses the Lake the Lake
in my hand, open and amazed.
