Near summer's end, I pause under the fig tree while checkingfor ripe fruit, arms encased in my denim jacket to blunt mosquito stings. My horoscope talks about bigchanges coming with the new moon, if I can keep focused at the same timethat I allow myself…  | By Luisa A. Igloria on July 31, 2024 | Near summer's end, I pause
under the fig tree while checking
for ripe fruit, arms encased in my
denim jacket to blunt mosquito
stings. My horoscope talks about big
changes coming with the new moon,
if I can keep focused at the same time
that I allow myself to pivot when new
pathways reveal themselves. In truth,
no star can know the exact shape and
scope of what lies ahead; and I don't
want to know. I just want to hold on to
what light ribbons down to us—older
than time, but also new and unattached. | | | |
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