If
the sun was out of work,
Would
it need a resume?
Probably
not
Summer,
spring and all things
Beautiful
that grow,
would show its worth
that grow,
would show its worth
But,
What
if nearly everyone had shades on?
Some
with lenses only slightly tinted
Some
with them so dark, day and night look the same
While
others wear pairs with personalized frames
If
everyone wore sunglasses mornings and nights,
On
Saturday errands; on red-eye flights,
In
summer school classes; on late night dates,
What
idea of sunlight would their minds create?
They’d
focus on the heat, not the flowers it makes,
Feeling
only its beat, and the comfort it takes
Escaping
its rays in various ways -
Blocking
the UV with self-tanning sprays
In
that context,
References
would be needed
In
that culture,
Interviewing
advice would be heeded
How
else could you get covered eyes to like light?
(What
a fight!)
However,
If
you’re the sun
Or
even a ray of it,
Maybe
you just make a day of it
And
shine
Through
sunglasses, barred windows and half-opened blinds,
On
ball-bounced concrete; through frozen color lines
On
everyone; through every tear,
Giving
warmth and life without apology or fear
Because
the sun needs no ‘please,’
Only
eyes
Uncovered
and seeing
Summer,
spring and all things
Beautiful…
Growing
Under
stubborn sunlight
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