I know you’re on the way, sun,
your glow, red, pink, orange
grows above that wall
just east.
I’m watching the clouds,
frilly wisps you turn from gray
to white pink,
Where are you, sun?
Why do you tarry?
Shy thing!
There you are,
barely peeking over the wall.
Climb over and play.
I will stare you down,
just you wait.
That’s good, that’s right, climb on over,
I see more of you now
shimmering, a bright sliver
a quarter cut, almost half now.
Yes, yes, climb on over
so I can stare you down.
I’m looking right at you now,
gazing, focusing at
more, more, more of you.
Come on, come on,
No wait.
No come on.
No wait.
So bright.
I can’t stare you down
right now.
We’ll play later.
