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She’s driving in the dream of dawn,
heading west,
following the moon;
her window down,
her mouth round with song
about her son,
a dog
and a shooting star.
With luck, the mountains by noon,
the Napa Valley around sunset,
in time to climb a hill
crowned with oaks
where the dog’s bones now rest
in perfect peace.
Before she sleeps,
she will shoot a mother’s prayers
toward a star
that has tailed her
all the way from Kansas.
In the morning
she’ll head for San Leandro;
her son doesn’t know she’s on the road,
that she’s coming to bake him a cake
and sing him a song
about a dog,
a boy
and a shooting star.
In the dream of dawn,
in a car heading west
with the window down,
she pictures how she and her boy
will walk the Bay,
shooting the breeze, telling tales
about the dog,
their minds rippling with bright thoughts,
their faces bright with the ripple
of stars shooting
over dark water.
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Stella Robbins paints and writes from Topeka, Kansas. She is a published poet and illustrator with a home studio: stellart47.blogspot.com