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Shooting stars cross a city night sky.  In the moment
before they fall, think about dwellings,

houses made of brick, stone, and wood--dwelling and indwelling--
miracle keeping matter together, from imploding or inverting.

How dwellings become a city, interdependent.
How stars become a night sky, suspended.

(Late fall, nearly winter, fog-caul warms night air through inversion.
The meteor version of life heads straight to the matter of our bed.)

What holds up the sky holds each one of us, too--
as we move against one another in this taut, elastic field,

warming with each movement, causing little inversions
all around us, and shooting stars--
there goes another.