“Sunburnt”
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1 min readFeb 17, 2015
As if it’s that simplistic…
Suppose — the silent setting sun in cyclical rotation
is robbing me from seeing sights fully colored in.
Like tired legs; bruised and battered, begging for a break –
preventing me from properly performing my pursuit.
Claiming I’m collecting courage and some confidence.
Dehydrated. Drenched and dripping of determination
like a young starling singing, mourning for the stars
rapidly relinquished by the rising morning sun.
“Don’t forget your sunscreen,” — mom offers.
Head bob. — Burst out the back door.
