A Poem
June 20th, 2021
The sun doesn’t shine.
Not on us
Not on my skin
That’s not my heartbeat I hear
I heard
Your story, though.
Can it be mine?
Yours truly,
My sun doesn’t shine
A thunderstorm, I presume. I’m not blinking
I’m thinking I can’t couldn’t wasn’t
Yeah, I’m young…It’s dim something flickered; flicker
No.
Rushing stream or rainy sky. What sound?
Music either way
Won’t turn me around
Boom.
That’s not your shoe.
The roads are parched; But the church sang
But no sun when you were lost
A cry.
And your star, your north star.
It doesn’t shine
It sparkles; it twinkles
Where was I. Where were you.
There are many more stars in the night sky.
Jon Sison
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