| *loolaville _poetry | |||||
| The Sun and I I rise stumbling from my bed, beginning my day just as sweet sun spreads across the pavement. She covers foreheads and averts eyes while I sit quietly riding the train into the city. Like a puppet at a desk money pulls my strings all day long while she surrounds the building squeezing and moving in seeking life that I don't even feel I have to give. Time ticks by and she retreats, slipping between clouds until I leave and become lost in a sea of faces racing on sidewalks. Just before I board my train she finds me and nips at my neck, saying goodbye. And through the window pane I can feel her steadily dropping away. When I fall into bed and close my eyes I'm left to speak with only the darkness. And then I dream of the day I will walk toward her and fold into her tender rays, resting and grateful for her patience. |
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