The Sun
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- Written March 2024
By a mushroom cloud,
But now shining high in the sky
The emperor greets the ancestral sun
Ready to receive the adulation of his people,
Finding themselves in him
While he dignifies the people,
As citizens of worth.
Security guards slope arms,
Refusing engagement,
Keeping the peace
Simply gazing at the horizon.
While the geishas open the sunshades
Playfully twirling them round
The earth rotating on its axis
Through the circadian rhythm
As another day is born
Before they can say goodnight.
Still life at Chislehurst Artists, painting a Japanese sunshade.
March 2024