Summer Solstice
Haphazard is the time
these days no sun-up
sun-down scarce gets seen
twittering more done by
synaptical electric than uttered up
from throats of birds
here, the solstice apogee you sought
my love woke me took on
all the skerricks lurking
you the dripping yolk
the breakfast at the cafe
touching at the turning of the years'
breath so hard
to find the gaps sweet
to celebrate celestial
unseens before
they go
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