last day of #NaPoWriMo
On the cusp of the third house
today there is an eclipse
for a moment the light is obscured
Astrological twilight at midday
stars come out
constellations declare themselves
Outside the window of words
are paths worn smooth under the feet of our progeny
here a patch of poison oak
there a drop down into thorny arroyo
In the Noh play
I watched the fierce mama lion
but I chose the way of the wildflowers
So I gesture at the lion
while wearing a crown of oak leaves
unable to catch my breath or run
where are my words
in the ruins at dusk at midday
All that is left here
a smooth rock to rest upon
as day returns
you watch with me
while the constellations vanish into the light

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