solstice

The sky is beleaguered and blue

this first day of summer unable

to shake the heavy toll of spring.

Thunder heads gather over the mesa

and behind the mountains/. Lightening

may dance close enough to be seen,

something for the gods that

used to matter. I eat a peach,

not the the perfect peach, it is sweet

and juicy and it runs down my arm,

but not too sweet, another day on the tree

would have sealed the deal. It was a good peach

to eat alone above the kitchen sink 

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