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Longest Light


06.18.13 Posted in today's words by

Lynn Ciesielski is a former special education teacher. She has an MS from SUNY Buffalo and taught in city schools for more than 18 years. Since she retired she has devoted most of her time to her family and her writing. Her first chapbook, I Speak in Tongues, was released by Foothills Publishing in 2012. Her work has also appeared in Yale Journal for Humanities in Medicine, Slipstream, Buffalo News, Iodine Poetry Journal, Wild Goose Poetry Review, and many other fine journals. She is happy to find a home for her work at vox poetica (and we are happy to provide that home!). Visit her website.

Longest Light
By Lynn Ciesielski

We sit on the screen porch, early eve.
It’s almost tomorrow when sun sets
on this summer solstice.
Two wicker chairs, a heavy coffee table.
You elevate your feet as this photo snap
lifts your mood.
A beaver guides her kits across
the lawn, toward the river.
Far off, a mourning dove cries out.
Wasps enter through invisible tears
in ancient screens, taking up residence,
urging me back in the house.
Morning, I find them lying upside down,
dead on sills, benign as fishing lures.




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