October 14, 2011
By , tifton, GA
(Read what the poems about first)

They were wrong, Sunshine

But it’s too late now
You’re dimming
Painting the snow scarlet

I cut you down, Sunshine
Down from your place in the sky
You’re dimming
I’ve been waiting and watching the sunset.

Would I have stopped it if I knew?
Familiar vinyl catches the sweat off my neck
I’m watching you dim, Sunshine.
Answering my own question.

But Im not driving.
Im strapped in.
Im safe.
But you’re not

You’re dimming.

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