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| Posted by: Briana1970 27-Jun-2009, 01:35 PM |
| by Joseph Stroud The night never wants to end, to give itself over to light. So it traps itself in things: obsidian, crows. Even on summer solstice, the day of light's great triumph, where fields of sunflowers guzzle in the sun-- we break open the watermelon and spit out black seeds, bits of night glistening on the grass. |