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Sun Man
by Kristina Woodhillcurbside
Holly street and an address
inside a stilled mind,
a man stands each afternoon
watching
dressed in
long sleeves,
long pants,
head tressed in
long bushy,
dusty hair,
I wonder if he is long
for this world
standing
firm
daily,
our last week
daily
sustaining triple digit temperatures
I call him Sun Man
three days ago
his face was beet red
I think of the child
whose parents discover
does not feel pain
I'm tempted to stop,
interview
Sun Man,
discuss with him
his appreciated reliability,
laud his politic approach
to shining on all,
ask him his views on
Pluto's demotion
and if size really matters,
gently offer iced lemonade
as I poke fun, hoping
we might be his favorite planet,
or does he ever, frankly, want
to take a big magnifying glass
and fry us all like a bunch
of naughty ants out of control
I'd suggest some cool Ray Bans
for high flare days,
assure him
the whole Venus/Jupiter conjunction,
though very sky worthy,
paled like pinpricks on parchment
to his imposing grandeur,
then whisper in his steamy ear
that he still knows how
to make me burn
07/04/2015 Posted on 07/04/2015
Copyright © 2025 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/05/15 at 09:42 PM Fun read Kristina. Dare I say a "shining example" of sun related poetry, with other heavenly bodies...Pluto, Venus, Jupiter, mixed in for good measure to balance the orbital equation. And also at a (good) time when the latest spacecraft is taking photos of Pluto, demoted or not. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 07/05/15 at 11:37 PM Sometimes I think it is mankind that needs to be knocked down a peg or two or more. We think so highly of ourselves and have no where done as much as we are able. Really nice write lady! |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 07/07/15 at 03:40 PM Thank you Kristina for a smile in me that will last all summer |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 07/16/15 at 11:30 PM A big star in a small world...but energy well spent. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Shaw on 07/27/15 at 03:54 PM I love the descriptive playfulness of this, and how in such simple terms you hurl a world of emotions (the parents discovering the child who can not feel). Really well organized to the very end darling!
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| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 10/03/15 at 11:31 AM Kristina, I would have loved that interview to take place, albeit the questions may have been difficult to pose. There are many such sun men in my neck of the woods and their cheeks burn equally bright, so bright the Icaruses in the vicinity stand nary a chance to remain airborne. A lovely ode you've penned. |
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