The sun will drag itself as though
You feel the kid you were has
Waited and time is what a jar
Is shaped by, before edging out
In lite beneath a panel or shed
Unlatched  with smells of bags
Unfull of yellow fumes, the day
Has found the branches and cherries
unzapped by beaks.  You know it's
Safe to start a new dream.  Again the fence
Is standing triumphantly, the night has
Been a lost call, a ball is tossed again
The neihbor is waving like a friend.