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Orion climbs high
in my neighbor's elm
watches me carefully
cast my wish net deep
in cool night skies
lie on my back
excited and ready
I wait then
star dust falls
streaks my view
with good fortune
like little silver fish
slithering quickly
I catch each one
with eager eyes
before its light goes out
I breathe my wishes
in silent gushes
after a dozen
I start feeling lucky
take in my nets
retire to an inside bed
while the stars jump
frolic all night
their tails swishing
over me unaware
in happy dreams
© by Dorothy K. Fletcher
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Dorothy K. Fletcher retired in 2007 after 35 years of teaching English in Jacksonville, Florida. Her poetry and articles have appeared in more than eighty publications, and she is the author of four published books. Dorothy resides with her husband, Hardy, in Jacksonville, where they are close to their children and grandchildren. She spends her days working on her monthly column, "By the Wayside," which she writes for The Florida Times Union. Learn more about Dorothy at www.dorothykfletcher.com.
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