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When Sandy was born
the moon and stars aligned in love,
the Dipper dripped celestial honey,
and from passing meteors a shock
of light and heat.
How else to explain this bundle of warm
sentience,
so at home in the universe
and herself,
so easily kind,
open as sky.
And yet those flashes of anger,
orange comets across her night,
spearing the stars,
resisting gravity,
demanding justice,
throughout the cosmos.
1981