Solstice First Serving

Solstice slices the year
we watch as the warm knife of life is changed
easy to forget the light's passion to trick us
bare knucle brass
striding across the furniture
step by step up over the tv
out the window, into the woods
Jingle always, clang clang
turning, twirling
air melting inside their instruments
haunting their playing
finger plunging lungs
pumping dust and ice sugar
setting into voices
footsteps
silence

Roger