Born on a Thursday #12
Water Moon/Earth Sun Eclipse
It’s all around now, blooming in the air,
spores,
hanging like fruit, like gnats.
Exhale—
dandelion.
Make a wish.
Slow drip swallowed. Clay and cellulose — news of plumes.
A coughing of black blossoms.
sweet
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