White nights & summer’s on the run

marble cool beneath my feet &

river pulls over reed beds, fish

heads its secrets kept, its story

still unsaid.


I’m searching for a speck of star

beyond the daily dross, I’m looking

out for where you are, waiting still

for me: behind that tree beneath the shadow

of the day


that I might find just what I please

before the summer’s soft light touch

has vanished over sea.

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