#102 Summer Solstice by Joanne Townsend

fossils in sandstone
cracked rocks
dry eroded stream beds
scarred bark
the fractal desert thirsts

of what did you dream last night

places with dank forest moss
mushrooms and green ferns
sprouting from logs

not here

but under New Mexico’s sunset clouds
we can still dance
our bodies flowing into solstice

flowing like rain
that rises flower petals
above stabs of grass

Joanne Townsend has been writing and publishing poetry for 40 years. In December 2005, she moved to Las Cruces from Alaska where it was honored to serve as the state’s 8th Poet Laureate. Her recent poems appear in “Sin Fronteras: Writers without Borders.” Joanne loves seeing more sun than snow.

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