Life I don’t recognize
Here nonetheless
Borne out of The Summer of Love
My first days
My always
Enamored with Solstice in June
Seek True North with me
Kick ass in the dugout with me
Help make love familiar again
Tag Archives: Solstice
moon soon: a haiku
owls outside again
their interrogatories
i’ve no answers to
Right-angle
So shallow sun
You’re on your way, I see
I, unwittingly lingering at the South end of the street,
Noticed you
And remembered, too
The promise of That December day
Also on its way
Whence I became oh-so-able to endure your tallest morning shadows
Gut
These thoughts circle ’round
Not quite coming home until
More precisely
Rustled in
By a dutiful cattle shepherd or the gravitational pull
Of intuition initially dismissed
But that dog in the dust
He knew
What I didn’t want to know, I knew
And that summer solstice
Which is never late
Saw me bow to its truth
Otherdust
The caravan lurched to a halt
We fling open the door to the night
And laugh looking back
Veils whipping in the warm quiet
Lock-step, foreheads forward
Through sand and scorpion
Drawn, we touch
The star-dusted moment in space
Where you tore time
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