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.