Solstice in Truro

by Joshua Weiner

Teaching term done, I keep my laptop shut
A chill in the air runs under weak June sun
Chickadee warbler catbird waxwing—
Morning migrant songs drowned by bulldozer next door
The backing up beeping a constant one note feed
From far off, boundless tides crest onto restless sand
How my grandfather made his way, a refugee from Kyiv
How the new war gathers and opens his voice in me

a beautiful poem…