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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield

The Sun’s Empty Pockets

Yesterday the snow fell.
Now the sun falls with its invisible light.
How much sun is falling?
Has it gotten smaller since dawn?
It’s so lavish in its sharing.
Is earth being covered
with a thousand tons of light?
A million?
How long can the sun be so charitable?

If we were generous as the sun
with our charity everyone would be rich.
Covered in fine silk.
Have two houses and a larder
full of meat and cake.
Yesterday the sky fell on us
white and beautiful.

This morning already, the sun
has emptied its pockets.
Everything is gold.
Leave something for yourself
generous spirit!
If you give everything away,
there’ll be no dawn tomorrow
welcoming the flowers and our eyes.

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