o, brazen sun, you blind me with your
invading iridescence.
i struggle to push you out but give in to the
sunlight-coloured yellow
cast on the corner of my cluttered desk.
i stare out at the broad expanse of a sky;
a watercolour palette,
deepening into rich hues of
autumn
'till you are present no more.
so long, mr.sun. please return again
tomorrow
