Scorpio Season

A late fall poem

Sara Grace Stasi
Nov 6 · 1 min read
image by author

The new moon cracks us open
as the scorpion swings her tail
to strike and sparks fly

She is bringing a new day
of abundance and prosperity
her sting is the pain of knowing

that it is fruitless to toe a line
that burns like fire when in fact
the boundary is…

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Sara Grace Stasi

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Poems, short stories, photography, musings on life. Santa Cruz, California.

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