Imagine me, sending a puff of smoke skyward, br Thinking br I would write you a letter br Even tonight. br br We sit, nestling back to back, br And looking, you and I, br Like these poems br In different directions. br br I will not ask you br If the poems send br Your head spinning, br Or weather they remind you of the ring br That glitters on my finger. br br But look: bedecking the night sky, br Like an old kite made of paper br And decorated with stars br Strung together br On one vibrating string, br From my hands to yours – br The Big Dipper rises.