A poem by Laurie.
Every brazen minute will shout golden,
then be stilled, lasting longer,
and perhaps better than the day before,
brighter than winter, stronger than sadness,
fresher than any stale thing left on a sad shelf.
And, on this longest day of the year
squashed in a seat rushing thru the endless sky
a gift – powered by the solstice,
to live, love, and fly, a moment more.