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A Home for Minor Planets

by Meg Smith

They fill the sky over the Highlands neighborhood.
Here, we have made a contract. We become one of them
in our own orbit of coals, of words, of pirate ships.
To what sun, to what purpose?
The darkness bends to us, and we reach
for light, for knowing, a place to belong.

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