Eclipse plumage

Like burling logs,

Words spin out of her mouth 
at strange angles.

Cryptic myths to be read

only by the spectral glow

of a friar's lantern --

stars fallen to the earth.

I hover hummingbird patient,

Dying quick of interest.

Darting tongue gathering honey

While eternal spring

fades Double-quick.

My bones fill and 

my wings fail.

I fall at her feet

for lack of a better dance.

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Eclipse plumage © Jennifer Phillips