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How I envy the summer rain,
for it falls in the shortest bursts.
The woman with winter hair
and autumn eyes,
here but for a moment,
only the moon
could hold her to place.
Her restless shadow
in the midnight hour
waved through winding roads,
a quiet ghost
thunder in her chest.
They swore they saw her
in the fast lane -
a one-track mind,
all boarding pass,
no patience
for stationed limbs.
She went in search
of Eden,
and how the sanctuary
broke open her sights
once foreshadowed.
She did not find ruin,
but the map back to herself.
She became
more midnight lights
than musing,
piecing the places
she believed
would once
fracture her.
The indigo hours
wrap her like a coat,
she welcomed its chill,
a soul free
untethered,
more whole among strangers
than bloodlines.
They swore they saw her
dancing to a jukebox
off route 66,
more wild and western
than the city allowed.
The stars
punctuated her travels,
bright ellipses
where her boots
scuffed the terrain,
daring it
to shake her peace.
To stir in her now,
the wick that once
stung her edges,
beckoning it
to lap her fibres.
She had lost herself in the city,
but kicked the engine into gear,
now she travels
forever to wander,
starlight in her hair,
never again to wonder
the callings of her purpose.
The hush of the
constellations
brought closer
her becoming.
They did not ask,
but observe her
with grace.
The moon did not name her,
nor the stars define,
quietly, they burned
as she bloomed
beneath them,
a little less afraid.
Her motions
were comet-like,
through the pitch
of night,
a spark glimmering,
returning
to its origins.
The city dimmed
behind her,
more hollow than before.
Her eyes affixed
on the field of sky,
opening its expanses
to her.
The girl who had once
folded too small
to fit the world's frame,
rose.
Stardust lined
every direction,
the echoes of yesterday
at her back.
Somewhere
on the soft horizon,
was a dawn bright enough
to name her, whole.