Equinox 2018

Night winds howled down from north canyon walls

blowing away sweet dreams from the sleepless 

to some place beyond

  • the opium dens of Paris
  • the brothels of Bankok
  • the underground jazz bars of Kerouac’s San Francisco

where the poets and philosophers rest in a tea stick haze.


Do these dreams of meaninglessness 

travel to a far distant ancient Olympus

where grey eyed warrior Athena lives

with her snakes and owl of wisdom?


I rest alone in a vast desert of loneliness

in a fragrant copse of piñon and cedar

amongst the snakes and scorpions

who are my only friends and enemies.


A full fall equinox moon rises with cold light.

A wildcat screams from across the arroyo.

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