dropping soft scraps of light

like rose petals on the floor

the moon threads her way

between the bare branches

purpose requires ambition

which the moon lacks other

than its spiral descent

toward a predestined end

where is the metaphor

who holds reins so slack

trusting the horse’s nature

to find a slow way back

(October 29, 2020)

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