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Summer Solstice
The new moon shining
Through the clouds
Like the sun winking
Through a slipless dress
Whisked in summer
Without
any fanfare,
Is the stillness a sign
Of something stealthy
Sneaking in on the
Coming horizon,
Is that why the cedars
And evergreen boughs
Are drooping like
Mushroom caps and
The top tips of the trees
Are curled like
Monks in meditation.
Stephen Nesbitt©
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