(untitled) -- a collection of experimental poetry [COMPLETE]

why do we paint the sun yellow?

why do we paint the sun yellow
when the sun is really white?

well, it's red in the evening
when it's bloated and heavy
and our great red giant
is sinking past tiny white sails
and it's falling behind the ocean horizon

i suppose it's silver and hazy
and the colour of hoarfrost,
the colour of your frozen breath
when it's cold in the mornings
and the whole town is covered
in white winter snow

perhaps the sun's rays
bear a yellowish tinge
in the middle of summer
when the sun is busy
melting ice-cream
and tanning people's skin

still doesn't explain
why the sun's always
wearing sunglasses and smiling

maybe it's just
an upbeat celestial object.

i can respect that.