(“What
did the existentialist say to the evolutionist?”
“I
don’t know.”
“Oh,
you’ve heard this one before?”)
sometimes
the sunshine and its midmorning warmth
generates
an embrace like wine that we import
i
cannot catch the molecules in my photonic hand
but
still i see the light on me and subtle on the sand
a
warm embrace that i can trace with senses i possess
a
sun inclined to always shine and smile a caress
a
winter day is beautiful if that’s what we perceive
but
in this light i feel the spite of one who’s been deceived
the
borderlines that we design to separate us all
cannot
exclude the beatitude that’s shining on this ball
and
so i dance within the glance that leads to a sweet kiss
the
sun is shining on me and there’s nothing that i miss
a
mother earth or father sun i do not know such things
i
only know this moment’s sun and all the warmth it brings
i
know that photons are the name within the science books
it
steals from romance all its game just like a common crook
and
so i languish while i lather sun upon my skin
the
light through trees i will perceive as warmth worn within
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