My friend forgave me

She said it was Uranus’s fault

That we’d gotten caught for a minute

In the illusion of separation.

What a relief that we are cosmic

And so quick to choose again

Words – like- I love you-

Get the job done in a minute.

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I have returned to the still point

Eating my breakfast of fruit

With flowers and candlelight..

On this wet autumn day

Delicious Libra- weighing in the balance

Of what really matters.