HERE COMES THE SUN

Rising early,
the bright eye diffused
that blinds from the ridge

near the Solstice—
shadows from oak trees
shrink up the slopes

of baked clay and granite
that radiate all night
until first light.

The early birds are busy
feeding young
until too hot to fly.

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