12/18 "Hybrids"

My light
I bury deep
in the ground,
hoping for an
early spring.
The ritual must
be kept alive.
Without a mistake
or two
we might not survive.
If a dog were to
come along,
searching for treasure,
would I still be alive?
Taking it down,
throwing it all away;
is there nothing else
left to do?
What day?
What time?
How can you be sure;
it's still dark outside.

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Ally F.V.