Sun

To the Sun:

"If you ever walk on this street again, do it half-awake
self-assuring
you have
better yearnings and better lovers.

You go and say ''look at this fellas, they're steady, firm and fresh, and so be it!"
"I am on my own greatness" you say, "so what if he's gone?, I can pull January up my sleeve and laugh steadily halfway through it."

Better beings come bearing gifts.
"But where's the hay?"

She will grow to be a Mother of Vinegar and the world will not miss her.

(He will simply not)

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"I prefer your eyes to all the beautiful lands I've ever stepped into."

Now isn't that bliss, Sun?