Waiting For a Sun..

The shadow on the road lengthened,
The eastern giant had woken up,
So he could come out and blaze on,
And burn more bodies like hers,
Taking undue credit for a task,
That awaited another fire.

He was moving steadily, driven,
The shadows watched him, shortening and dying,
Oblivious to the demise of her shadow,
She lay getting a fine tan on her wrinkled skin,
Born again, her shadow grew,
Growing up with a growing pot,

The dizzy pot, drunk and dizzy, drunk some more,
Spilling out the drink, the drunk went crashing,
Dragging her with him, companions, in rags and riches,
As the shadow disappeared, so did the pot,
In new company, as pots always do,
As she lay on the road, waiting for a sun, hers...