we did not stint on bread
or fat; neither did we spare
any longer the change
we figured would rust
if steeped too long
in the gourd— Signs
were read, the skies
festooned with meteor
showers; for the first
time we drank our thirst—
In the long cool nights,
surrendered to whatever
it was that went as fate.
[LAG-other-response url=”https://www.vianegativa.us/2014/12/first-day-of-spring/” title=”Via Negativa: First day of spring”]