Sunday, July 3, 2016

Arlene Corwin writes

Dancing Under The Sunny Midnight Light

June twenty-one;
Swed-on; the night
Is sun.
Cannot call it night
When light is on the run.
Night comes when suns go down.
Midsummer June:
With crown of flowers
In her hair,
All young fair maidens,
Young fair men
Stay up till dawn,
The morn without definition. 


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