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Poem: Fifteen Hours and Fifty Nine Minutes in Seattle Sun

Fifteen hours and fifty nine minutes of daylight.

For someone who thrives on the night, the summer solstice is the worst day of the year. It’s the long look at the shadows under the eyes and five day old beard. It’s the knowing that most people don’t live with curtains pulled cursing at the sliver of light that points an accusatory finger across the floor.

Poem: Walking Down an Old Pier Still Changing

Walking down the old pier at sunset
In the shadows of twilight I see
Ghosts sitting at the waters edge
Toes dipped into water cool for May
The heat of summer still months off
Still they linger with toes going numb
Talking and laughing over cups of coffee
Hoping the caffeine will keep them going
Until the earth eclipses the moon