Equinox
Equinox
the menarche of the dark
is upon the edge
among the trees
who hold their leaves
up to the light
and curl inward
till they redden
the sunflowers’ joy of crimson
hardens into grey
and the seed is pecked
till the stalk stands blind
the wet belly of the earth
squats upon the sky
and the heart pushes blood
into the bowel
fires of autumn burn
the first desire
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