Wishing on the Equinox

Equinox. Clear sky. And a full moon setting
over the West Hills against a ribbon of orange.
Dew drenches the sidewalks.

I wish for eyes as clear as the sky
I wish for a heart as full as the moon
I wish to be as generous as dew,
as perfectly balanced as the equinox.

As the smoke gives way to rain
As the year descends toward darkness
I put my trust in the bones of the earth.

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