I've laid me down
in Orion's shadow
with sharp needled pines
beneath my back
Galaxies spin
over branches
I open my mouth
and drink them in
Orion sings within me
his song stays hidden
in my bones
only I know the words
When my breath flies out
and there is no return
I will sink beneath soil
covered in humus and debris
But that song will remain
until some future night
as Orion rises over the pines
my bone-dust begins to sing
Pamela Olson, 7/5/09
For One Single Impression's prompt,
"The Stranger"
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