Solstice and Trepidation
You would think that the floating white would bring serenity
All I feel are the small tremors of earthquake hands.
I have swallowed dandelions whole and the clumsy
bumble bees with them.
I taste the bitterness and the buzzing on my tongue
the flight in my stomach
Soon it will be leaves, then snow drifting
And I will be beyond the world of summer’s idle restlessness.
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Madeline N. Kelly is a freshman pursuing an exploratory course of study. Madeline is a reader, knitter, and tuba player.