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Dave Bonta
we breakfast on money
use all the ovens at work
bread would own the mathematician
buy the troublesome artist out
no reason to say one word
against what they let be
Round appearing,
Illuminant fire,
Built in space,
Shedding heat,
Traveling westward ;
Your photosphere
Conflicts
With dwindling light
Of stricken day,
At dying hour.
Emerging from
The reek appears
At distant edge of earth,
A straightened rainbow
Reaching far into the sky-
You are an artist, Sun!
I lost my patronage in Spoon River
From trying to put my mind in the camera
To catch the soul of the person.
The very best picture I ever took
Was of Judge Somers, attorney at law.
He sat upright and had me pause
Till he got his cross-eye straight.
Then when he was ready he said “all right.”
And I yelled “overruled” and his eye turned up.
And I caught him just as he used to look
When saying “I except.”