Imprint

They crossed paths over a weekend 

Up in the hills — he was tracking the stars,

While she planted seedlings in a clearing.

Two parts home, one part mystery, and 

Half a worldview distant, he intrigued her. 

The higher they climbed, the brighter 

The stars, the taller her saplings. The faster

They ran, the horizons they discovered through 

The gaps in her redwoods. When they could 

Seek no further, they fashioned a watchtower 

Out of those branches until there was 

Nothing left of her legacy, save for the 

Monument they built to his. When she descended 

From the peak to start over, what remained 

of her forest was a meadow of flowers and 

An imprint of a polestar to dwell forever. 

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