Sunday, August 10, 2014

Solstice Song

I wrote this when I was in Paris this June.

I forgot to publish it at the time.


“The longest day of the year”

I heard myself thinking.

“Mid-summer night’s eve”.

As I sat in the darkness drinking

The calvados still not gone;

Not gone yet from Tuesday

From the bottle at the sink

“Or was it left from Jeudi?”

Whichever - no real difference;


“It won’t last long now”

I heard myself say.

“The bottle or the year”

Seemed to sum the day.

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