Dark Noon
Written with David Burgett
The air grows indistinct, edged
with sudden atmosphere
spherical, and indigo
The leaves cast crescent shadows
inverted phases of the sun
My skin prickles
with crisp twinges of oak
Our own shadows grow faint
palpable
splitting our joined hands
An acorn drops, slow
as this penumbra
We watch its fall for hours
while the sun and moon dance
darkness and light
As the acorn falls between
it sprouts, twisting and twirling
into leaf, stem, full ancient oak
before hitting the earth,
a lifeless husk
Shadows bloom, concave
and homeless
The branches snap into dust
and blow on the wind
the wraps the world in veils
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