on the Winter Solstice
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A frosted cake layered with cars and people, rosetted with gulls, points out toward quiet afternoon islands.
All the way. Your eyes, senses, sensibilities. Fill them
It arrives on a warm white cloud. It arrives on soft rolls of ocean waves along a sand pebbled shore. It arrives on a bed
Those many, sung and unsung, who gave themselves, often gave up their lives, to fight, in wars,
At precisely 9.25. When the moon, the first and most abundant one of the new year,
Land dwellers. Sea rovers. Tillers. Spelunkers. Before you ask the questions many ask; have asked since man
The limpa from Scandinavia. The ciabatta, and the michetta from Italia, also known as Rosetta. The mantou from China.
The tender new leaves of the trees, emergently green. The white feathers of the wading egret.
Your rare, cured leaves of being. Beautifully steeping in these years of living. Bringing to your senses rich
After all the rain monsooning through the day, cascading through the leaves of the still—green— with-Summer trees.
Back in time, a romantic era of English Time, they used to send a son or daughter off
How deeply are you living, friend? How sense-deep. How heart, and
To ask your Self. In the still of the night, whether bright-starred or half-mooned. In the midst of the day,
Who wore a green plastic visor the color of a ginger ale bottle. Who had a raspy voice and Charles Coburn kind of face. A forever bachelor
After you uncork him and he appears in a serpentine of white smoke. Before he grants you