Sitting in the sun - a rare glimpse! - prevents me from staying indoors - waiting for companionship. Someone to enact a script with me. It doesn't have to be so serious or profound. Just them, and me.
A fellow sun-drinker. Each moment a blinding, brilliant burst of life. Stay! I'm begging, but neither the sun - nor my unaware friend - can be coerced by my desperations. The sun will set, my silent companion will tire and go.
But it has been good. Yes, in this moment my world is smiling.
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2 comments:
So you're writing poetry now, eh? Very nice.
-Austin W.
i love it lacey.
and by the way, i just got one of these things. lol.
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