Stupefried
Sitting by the old juniper
bush
nursing an iced tall
whiskey sour.
Waiting for the seasonal
changes;
the hourglass ready to be
turned.
The North star burns so
very bright
while the summer candle
smolders.
Here in my slice of
tranquil heaven;
a cool autumn night by the
junipers.
Laugh as a kitten plays
with leaves
Forgetting today's
dragooned folly
licking wounds with a
hollow tear
degenerates breathe the
same air.
Driving to the left, wrong
or right,
the seasons grasp on the
soulless
whilst I dream of another
eclipse;
stupefried and high by the juniper.
Juniper at Dead Horse Point -- Lyn Boyer
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