Solstice
Paint it black,
you devil
I never know
what I'll see when
I draw the blinds
as early as nine
Steam-cleaning
in the windy morning sunlight
quite a sight to see
I give the guy
a lot of credit
for being rather
fearless
Walking on the edge
while wielding
a powerful steam blast
The far side is white
and it is finished
All sparkling white now
makes my window
shine on brightly
I noticed a unusual light
in my peripheral vision
a window between building
only sunlit on Solstice
At first I thought
it was a brain flash
in the half-lit hallway
It was
but it was not
epiphenomenal
And only at Solstice
does the setting sunlight
reach the courtyard by the jail
The world is assembled
by the mutual consent
of vibrating strings
21 December 2018
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