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solstice
by Jim BenzMoon
can’t lift itself from clouds
and the planets
won’t align
in the sunset so we drift
canoe
to the grassy shore
and swat mosquitoes ‘til
the hill is climbed
the fire lit
and night descends
imperceptibly
above the trees
when wolves howl
across the bay
we know
the moon is free 08/26/2005 Author's Note: Published in TMP Irregular and Pralaton Literary Review
Posted on 08/26/2005
Copyright © 2026 Jim Benz
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Sarah Graves on 11/10/05 at 11:06 PM Wonderful images you impose here, you bring this event to life for the reader. There is this freedom within nature that we can observe, it gives us the ability to dream and to discover. Great read, Jim. :) |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/22/05 at 02:17 AM A great deal of emotion and sense of nature packed into this poem. |
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