Morning Moon, Summer Solstice Sun Shadows If I loved lessthe symphony of moon-fiddlesin dawn-rose sky,would I ache lessin its passing? Punch-drunk world,still sings and shinesblue on blue,still green the spring— we whisper, “summer comes,” the flower scent a reckoning. The Oracle gave me this poem right away. The first three lines were her words—the first […]

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