Christopher Stephen Soden

TOO MUCH SUN

it begins like any other
story from beyond
recollection blazing
yellow sunlight turning
grass impossibly green
inescapable rust
of rain and time
have tainted candy
stripes decorating slide
and swing an upset trike
lies on its side
wheel bravely spinning
crank and steam
of calliope      faint
yet distinct    increasing
like giddy fever
and you merely
five accidental hero
in a collusion you never
imagined or wished
for detect a deluge
of old spice a ragged
and silent gait


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