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Who Talks to the Sun? Feb. 9, 2023

  • Gary Hunter
  • Feb 9, 2023
  • 1 min read

I find it odd

we never speak to the sun

but have always chatted with the moon

wished on stars flirted with rainbows

asked clouds for many things

rain great sunsets summer shade


so powerful and changeless

so hot and bright we seem

to scuttle with heads down

under that ball of burning light

or stick to the safety of shadows


of course after it sets

well past midnight and into

the early morning hours

the sleepless miss it terribly


and each time they crack an eye

awaken the darkness dozing

around the edge of the curtains

with the same question


Have you seen her yet?

Have you seen her yet?

Have you seen her yet?

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