Poem: Beneath The Sun

Beneath the Sun

The regret of a lifetime
is the rotten leaves mired
between the sand and a stone.

Beneath the sun are scattering
things with many legs
seeking out a shadow.

Nothing in this world
will not kill you if given
all the time of a sunbeam.

Beneath the sun every error
is played out in the laughter
of this blaring saxophone.

This article appears in April 2017.