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solstice :: floyd skloot

by on January 4, 2016

The fat pink
grapefruit half you left
for me this last
morning of my first
full year of illness

with its sections knifed
free from the bitter
membrane and the peel
thick as hope

reminded me
in its sweetness
of time held still
within

a taste of summer
this winter

a seed of health
however small
somewhere in my weakening
center

that you touch.

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