June 21

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poetry

tannin of disappointment
how it clings

like a soft bitter leaf
stains an evening

seeps into a day
full sun solstice

even here
longest day and longest

shadows
cast a stone

and ripples
cast a doubt

and the breeze
might not even be real

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