The Sun Comes Home

In sweeping,
I noticed the curled brown leaves on the bar floor
and I knew

In walking to work
I noticed the chill on my neck
and I knew
as I huddled for warmth

in awaking at 8:33
I noticed the sheer difficulty
and I knew

Winter is here and I’m dying
again
nothing can help
at least while the sun hibernates

I know now
how the flowers feel
I know how it feels to die come winter
to have parts of me litter the street
children kicking at me
all because the sun walked out

I’m wilting again
and I can’t grow until the sun comes home

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  1. Pingback: Saturday Poetry Sampler #6 – Poetic Bliss « Lyrical Anarchy

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