Well He Was Just Hanging Around

but he scares her away, 

this pretty, skittish thing.

he scares her away 

with his glowering stare

and the thin silver chains

wound round his wrist

like a key to a lock that never existed.

and she leaves,

and he vows to find her again

with the way that she is an afternoon 

the color of melted butter

and lemons all squeezed out

and he wonders if she was always the sun.

The End

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