Poems > Winter Solstice, LA
Winter Solstice, LA
It’s dark here too, but wet--
harbor lights oily and only
someone else’s news.
the claustrophobic flight, sinuses
squalling and squirming
like preemies -- no, like
old ladies shriveling and brittle in
wheelchairs in the hospice ward.
Enough of that. Black waves spread out
under waning moonrise. I guess
the full monty, and what’s left
Is less, is less, a lunar solstice
cringeing into soggy waxen dawn.