carrying each other

tossing mulch down
on the just planted garlic
on this windy day
which means straw
airborne around us
_______
moonstar perched on granola’s gravestone
how i cannot think of nine lives
and wonder
_______
to my bones
take this fire
fan your flames
in me
to my bones
take this air
blow your wind
through me
to my bones
take this water
rain down
onto me
to my bones
take this earth
grow your roots
in me

our voices carrying each other as we sing sound
into this flame-lit space
the midnight madness coven
sending song to the clear star-punched sky above

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