The Sun

Robert J Fitz
Nov 16, 2022

She loves having us over.

She loves party’s, with sparklers,
And long afternoons with laughter.

She’s one for the afters.
Smoking sea-grass from the jungle she swept under the ocean.
Bubbling-up gulps from what’s left over.

So much so that the sky is broken.

And through it all she’s grace and composure.
She’s starlight frozen.

Or rather,

Wrapped up in sarcophagus for us.
For the sake, of the night, of the long and lonely mega-bus.
When her warmth can no longer reach us.



Robert J Fitz

Spoken word poetry and poetic considerations on public affairs. Maybe the odd story as well.