Pg. 60
Poetry by Jill Trade
The Precession of the Equinoxes
No need to blast off to find a new home,
The precession of the equinoxes
Will usher in lands older than Rome.
No need to blast off to find a new home,
All we need is right here under the dome,
Look to the zodiac sequences.
No need to blast off to find a new home,
The precession of the equinoxes.
Jill Trade
Jill Trade is a married mother of three boys. She is a trained meat cutter, cosmetologist and formerly worked in finance. She enjoys passing time at the playgrounds writing poetry while her boys run out their energy. Her poetry is published or forthcoming from Failed Haiku, The Starlight SciFaiku Review, Scifaikuest, The Flying Saucer Poetry Review, and White Enso’s 2021 kaidankai.