I see the sun is feverish again:
the Northwest clouds come rushing in
to wrap her in their wooly blankets,
protecting her from those of us
who seek to steal her warmth,
who long to grab a ray or two --
tuck it in a pocket for a rainy day --
but however thick the coverlet
she still sweats through,
spilling rain onto lush green lawns
and gardens desperate for light.
Starving for her heat, the fruits and flowers
are begging her to toss those covers:
cheering jeering clapping stomping; sailors in a nightclub,
clamoring after too many months on the cold dark sea --
Take it off!
Take it off!
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