The Sun to a Child

This town scares me
All the Power and the Glory
At seven fourteen
Back and forth behind the door.

This town shows me
Irresistible pity and love
Ragged, conspicuous
Like black cockerels in flight.

Last night you confessed you have plans
This might be fun to watch
Yet you sit and shake
Like crockery in a hot yard.

“My darling”,
Let’s stay here, in this town!
Among the Power and the Glory
Let it blind and teach us
As the sun does to a child.

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