Sunshine

The sun is a ripe orange
Squeezed
The sweet rain falls
The flowers of the field drink their fill
Skin tans
Grass grows
Trees rustle their leaves
Then, when
The orange is dry
And falls to the dusty earth
A lazy day is over

Jamie Morris
January 21, 1992

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