…and dusk on the water.

The San Lorenzo between solstice and night.

Night In Day

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.

– Joseph Stroud