Everyone one gets their day in the
Sun
–a day to be King
a day that—
when it’s present—
seems everlasting…
Apollo dressed up
as infinite,
chariots afire
blazing
boundless blue, deciding light by
inspiration—
a day
unbordered by future past but
everyone—ultimately—
descends toward tomorrow and
Zeus determines time
reign falls
///
draping dropped in
Nature’s cloth
. . .
a cyclical green, which
though less flashy–
–is worth a bow.
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