Jun 2019
As the shadows tick across the park
Sun stretching out with might
Reaching for an hour
It didn'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.
Sun stretching out with might
Reaching for an hour
It didn'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.
I liked the idea of the people following the warmth of the sun as shade creeps around, like the hands of a clock. And days when the only notice you pay to the time, is through the sun fading into evening.
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