Equinox fall
I lie on my equinox, split night and day, stare the stars away, retreat from my sun’s warmth, shrivel from his kisses; fear we’ll kill the owl, we’ve clipped my peregrine wings, that I’m naught but a carrion crow. I fly the interstate highway, eyes torn in dimming light, whisper to myself, “take flight.” But … Continue reading Equinox fall
