Night In Day Poem by Joseph Stroud

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.

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Joseph Stroud

Joseph Stroud

California / United States
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