I sit
still
it's after four in the afternoon
of course, I do

like the sun do
in the after noon still just hovers
barely movable
a big hot orb tired

in the sky, on a stoop
like me, the sun is
tired of

all this every day
work this sunshiny ****
this glow forever

stuff I just want to look into
the sun's face and say
and have her

burn a smile my way,
I know dearest
shine as

long as forever
in my mind
you will