The sun is a blazing writer
who yellowly pens the sky
with eye-averting truth,
poking its hot nose
through our windows,
the shutters’ slats
striping the room
in lines
of languid heat
and cooler, shaded
making me read the walls
like a sentence,
where veracity lies somewhere
between the specifics
of words chosen
and the gaps between them.


21 thoughts on “wordspacewordsunshade

  1. well, i’ll just agree with the rest… great imagery, and always consistent with your texture, can even feel the heat all the way thru. enjoyed this very much

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