Sun Burn

Sun Burn

once upon a sunny

day, I wandered

into a dreary wood

filled by shadows of

towering trees who impose

themselves as a blanket

knit

to allow minimal

sun light, for if

too bright the

wood wouldn’t—

well, mightn’t—

be dark

dull, senses thrown

carelessly and hopelessly

into the umbra

along with feelings

which matter very

little or

very much depending

on their effect

but they’re safe

in this dreary wood,

those feelings

deemed unbecoming

eventually I meander home

with a masking smile gleaming in

sun light, leaving the

rainy forest and

imperfect feelings behind

and lest someone infinitely

brighter than I can

burn my dreary wood

and its hidings

with their sun light

I’ll return another day