Summer Solstice
The sun melts
in overhead bowers
leaks under shrubs
and granite boulders
creates pools
of Midas gold
this summer evening
almost too bright
but time for bodies
to cool, talk of dreams
stars, on the late shift,
scarce in time.
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Dissection Time, or a Scientist’s Love Song to a Donated Corpse
A poem by Brian Northere of Sacramento.
Published on 06.16.05