sunning poem

What a great amount of sun. I could soak it in for days. Who needs sunset?

Sun becomes everyone, adds
beauty to the color of the collar
ruff of lion-rim of jaw
sun takes the raw grey
from the day and saturates
the world back with its deep
muscle relaxant press
sun between the ribs
and I feel filled.

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2 Responses to “sunning poem”

  1. Beau Avatar

    What a deep perspective on the joys of being in the light.

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