“Aubade”
They say one day
The sun will swell,
Encapsulate the earth.
And this brings fear
To have so near
Such molten, stellar girth.
The grass will bake,
The trees will fry,
The air will cook you fast.
A microwave
Of dale and glade,
No building built to last.
But these mornings one looks coldly
On glowing sun in morning haze;
One lives its hug of heat and light.
Routines of cars,
Commuters, coffee drinkers,
Hold it as their given right:
A finger given to an infant,
Thoughtless, hungry, and dependent.
We live its hug of heat and light.
– DA
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