future air (16/3/25)

a hunters moon
a total eclipse
red in tooth and claw,
open the door
step outside
now you see
there’s nowhere to hide,
waders flight by night
more active than by day
their babble chorus
out of sight,
invisible
to the naked eye,
life and death
cold is painted
on the breath,
calling time for some
whose time has come,
slip a hand in mine
don’t let go
find the first star
putting on a show,
you’ll never know
how far you have to go,
with the flow
with the ebb
no matter how well-read
there’s always something
still to know,
out of synch
it’s what you bring
to the table,
legend, myth of fable,
tell it to the breeze
the one which speaks
the language of the leaves,
but do you have
the patience,
or are you too wrapped up
in decadence
you’ve lost all common sense,
this hunters moon,
has it peaked too soon?
it’s purity
relies upon
the eye of the beholder,
listen,
I have something to say,
listen close,
concerning the shape
of clouds to come,
walk,
don’t run,
don’t walk,
run,
traffic noise
sounding like small toys
and lost to what
you might call future air.

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