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Say So Long To The Sun

Paul Lojeski: Sooner or later the sun is going to blow
dying sun

Say So Long To The Sun

Sooner or later the sun is going to blow
and we’re going bye-bye. Oddly, this
fact elicits no comment from crowds

at football games, rock concerts, gun shows
or religious meetings. Newscasts ignore
the doom crawling our way, instead

showing fat people dieting with vampires
and everything fifty percent off till Thursday.
Sometimes a scientist points out the super nova

facts to a small group of troublemakers who
write letters to Congress after but what can
be done about the sun imploding ? politicians

ask from big leather chairs. My Uncle John
says it’d take unprecedented cooperation
and fleets of spaceships sweeping the

galaxies looking for suitable planets to settle on.
I wonder what we’d take with us but then he says
it’ll never happen because we’re idiots.

It’s late August and I’m looking out the window
at tall trees speckled in light. I’m glad I won’t
be here that last day, the day the sun sleeps.

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and sick to death of being
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tired act down the road
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Waiting for Light

The loneliness
we share,
the great
irony of our
We bear it
the best we
can, though
often we fail,
breaking apart
like a sea wall
by thundering
waves. We
crack under
the pressure
of breathing
no matter how
hard we try not
to, huddling
at windows
on moonless
nights, holding
the dark in shaky
hands, suffering
thoughts of
a last sunrise.

Paul Lojeski