Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

it’s the scent of satellites

orbiting long-dead stars. In a pocket
orbiting long-dead stars. In a pocket
orbiting long-dead stars. In a pocket
of the universe we walked the wind-
of the universe we walked the wind-
shaped dunes that hissed
shaped dunes that hissed
like cosmic ice. —Shara Lessley
like cosmic ice.
—Shara Lessley

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