Sunday, June 26, 2022

Moon wobble.

 One or two trees with roots behind the horizon 

Lumbering away—gatekeepers to another life, as the

Dead tried to leave, left.


The sun came—unrest went quiet, and

Orange light held court on the grassy shadows.


The first was the Elder, but the

Closest had one foot on the sunny hill

I saw.

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