a Sun Tide

As the shadows tick across the park Sun stretching out with might Reaching for an hour It doesn't have to fight Those who lounge about the grass Let the sun sink their skin through And crawl like hands, from quarter past Into the warmth of quarter to Imprisoned in the shine These willing people stay Moved slowly by a sun tide, until, Dowsed by cloud, chill and grey.

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