Please Note: My poems are made to be read aloud. Please speak them aloud— either actually aloud, or whispering, or hearing them aloud inside your head as you read. Preferably thrice.
SUMMER SOLSTICE CHANT
The sun, rich and open,
stretches and pours on the bloom of our work.
In the center of the new flowers,
a darker wing of flower
points you like a fire.
Point your fire like a flower.