sunny side down

an infant, ripening sun is rising
yolky, yellow, yummy
bright as a baby's gummy grin
lionhearted like a four year old

she peek-a-boos over the horizon
beaming, bewitching, blazing
strutting around in glittery sassypants
tickling the day awake with smiles
embracing the warm air and cool earth
with trembling arms

this angers the established suns
the dim and brittle suns
the cavalier suns high on brightness
the fictional suns going to church
the huffy and narrow suns

so the established suns
shoot down the infant, ripening sun
they pull back on their bows
aim
and let their arrows fly
piercing the infant, ripening sun
she flops to the damp ground
sunny side down

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