An Autumnal Equinox Ritual
(Umbra.)
Blue dragonflies skim
The algae green pondwater
Bees bump against glass.
(Penumbra.)
Uncurling at dusk
Darkness enfolds the wake left
By Light’s fleeing heels.
(Antumbra.)
White ribbons of light
Threads rewinding on their spools
An incandescence.
GL, 9/23/2011. Prevail.
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- Mama, interpreter, writer who has learned, when unsteady, it’s best to fly toward light.
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"I daresay you haven't had much practice," said the Queen. "When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast!"
(Alice, Through the Looking-Glass)
"I daresay you haven't had much practice," said the Queen. "When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast!"
(Alice, Through the Looking-Glass)
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