Harsh Sun
March 18th, 2009 at 7:51 pm by Chad (Chad's Blog)
In a disused field
at the end of an untraveled road
sits an abandoned warehouse
a forgotten boy
gives an unseen performance
he has practiced for weeks
charted the progress of the sun
across the gritty floor
so the light would be perfect
he plays all the parts
he is riveting
and captivating
and his audience
which is also him
gives him a standing ovation
and when he bows in gratitude
a single teardrop
hits the floor
and mixes with the grit there
and dries
and is also quickly forgot
and the flowers outside
which are not beautiful
because, he was told once
by someone who knows
are merely weeds
nod their indifference
to the dry unfeeling breeze
are his harshest
and only
critics