summer solstice
Seapoint Solstice
An arm's stretch
Would take me out
To where the foghorn blows.
Waiting, I walk
Through seaweed and shell.
Rain shifts me lateral
To a red sail
Rising skyward diagonal.
I pocket wood and bone.
Hoping to hone
Something of this drift.
Something that will ring
Out old and new in.
Let the solar year begin!
PS The solar year actually begins in January but hey it's solstice today....
a sense of cold mist and wind -feels more like winter - except the temperatures are warm! Red swimsuit?
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