The Resource

In the few moments between
the first inhale of a sharp cigarette
sadistically smooth, to
its disposal, crushed
against porcelain tray, circular smoke churns
into night sky and I realize,
the sun has disappeared.

A day has occurred, it has risen
victoriously,
at the hope of changing a life,
inspire those to gaze upright, out of clutter
feel mothering warmth, shed a layer
smile for once.

As always, the sun hides again
after a disappointing act.

The people, still moving, feel hurried.
The horns, still beeping, pinching
the rear end of any obstacle before them.
The homeless, still drunk off economys carbon.
The churches, still vacant, sacrifice their lawns,
staked with for sale signs.

The sun, defeated
moves on in her rounds,
to attempt an unwanted mindfulness
upon another region...

When,
When will she burn out?