Solstice
The day begins, neon tangerinepink sun
rising over big water. The kid loses her last baby tooth.
It is so big and so small in her hand. She tongues
the bloody gap. The street is COVID and Juneteenth,
Black Lives Matter and Pride. This bridge is tear gas
and rainbows, raised fists and people admitting
they didn’t know. The light is full on. I hear her
upstairs, clacking away with her practice butterfly knife.
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Love this
I read your reply to another poet’s work and I came here and found that you do exactly what you said you do.
Neon tangerine pink is so descriptive- lovely.
loving all of your entries