Impatient Sunshine
Orange sunshine
Searing brightly
Edging the curtains
Gilding the room
In bright shadows
Reaching with its
Golden fingers
Trying to stab
My eyes out
Fiery bastard
Will get to me
Soon enough
Can’t it wait?
9-25-11
On the *bright* side, at least I can still stand sound. If I couldn't I would not have survived that trip to Reno.
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