A solstice poem…
A Day of Longing No More
The longest day of the year
And nothing too due
He was well
Grounded
Sent to his roam
Bye know won
On the level
Of ants
Who never cry “uncle”
With blades broken
Beaten by the sun
Sow green
With envy 93 million miles away
As feeled of dreams
Quiet awe around
Un-till
The king dumb
Of man
Clamoring agin
Want mow, mow, mow
Wanting soully
Ever more
