Summer Solstice

Poem written by Saad El-Asha on Tuesday 18, September 2018

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The day was the longest day in the year, The night was the shortest. That night, my step-grandmother tried to pluck out the piece of glass in my foot. "We'll do it tomorrow, in the (cold) light of day." she said. Here's what's changed: The steps on which we tried the Plucking-Out is now gone. She is now dead. The piece of glass is long gone. I'm now an old man as any old man in this old town. The day, however, is still the longest, and The night, The shortest.

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