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Aurora
haunting, magical play of lights
i’ve seen twice now—three times
actually, as the second encounter spread
over two nights in August
a treasure experienced in Alaska
watching in shoulder-hugging awe
even knowing that solar flares
had sent particles to collide
with Earth’s magnetic field
science explains the colors and swaying
curtains of light, but not the depth
of feelings of the primitive within me
near worship of the vastness
of the universe of which i am less
than a speck flickering in time