by Mary E. Lowd

We took our atmosphere
Our biomes full of plants
Animals and mycelial masses
And we ran

Far beyond the reach of our
Exploding star
To a peaceful place
Balanced between two
White dwarfs
Sharing custody
Of our station’s gravity

Now we’re safe
With a double sun
No more need to run

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