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Sunspot
Today
I realized
the sun's shine
is universal.
Impartial
to the subject
of its illumination.
And it warms me,
scorches me
to cries.
But as I reach to the sky
I see
I can offer it
nothing in return
save admiration
for its burn.
I once tried to pierce it direct
with a hatchet swing
but the melded metal melted into mellow liquid,
and poured through yellow meadows.
Leaving me tongue-twisted
by the end of day
when my medallion of words
was snatched
from my neck
and all that I had to say
was wrecked.
I have to learn
to praise the giant
from afar.
And let him be
the ever prominent star
I circle around
but never reach..
For it glowed before me
and it will
long after I'm gone.
Knowing nothing of the treasures
I could have crafted
in its eyes:
Sun-spun poems,
Acidic lines
carved from the lemon ball itself.
Squeezing the infinite juice
onto pen-tips
before I induce
the fruits of its labor...
