Night in Day By Joseph Stroud

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The night never wants to end, to give itself over  

to light. So it traps itself in things: obsidian, crows.  

Even on summer solstice, the day of light’s great  

triumph, where fields of sunflowers guzzle in the sun—  

we break open the watermelon and spit out  

black seeds, bits of night glistening on the grass.