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A thorny resilience

On a filigree of decay

Sun resisting moon

On her never ending day

March mountain daisy skulls

Seed heads blown away

My lumbering shadow darkens

Turning slip of skink to stone

Both lost inside the fragile frozen moment

Far from home

On a slumbering dog too tired to guard

The valley down below

Soulless chalked bones scatter

New purpose they have found

To dance among green and crystal

On the red and yellow mound

Bare hollow bait, they rib and deride

The resting captive creature underground

Each step upon its’ spine

Each new path you orient

An ancient rocky eye tracks

Your youthful deft descent

Crumbling ear cocked in longing

For a lazy last lament, unleashed.