Summer Solstice

 

The furnace of day,

crown of basil, is not gold

but white, winter white.

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Nocturne

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Somehow ice water

leaks in

past my ribs and the points of my hips,

flooding, freezing.

 

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Tommy Again

 

Tommy got a tommy gun from the giant discount store.

His daddy bought him ammo and his mommy bought him more.

Now Tommy watches TV shows where cops kill as they please,

And Tommy ain’t a bloomin’ fool—you bet that Tommy sees.