345: Looking for Satellites

summer-dry grass

tickles our cheeks

crackles

when we move

we look for stars

among the purple clouds

of light

"there," you say

and I look

look to where you point

at a drifting satellite

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

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