Hour 20: The Sun in My City

It rains,

Five times, in a whole year, 

For grains, 

Humans, and beasts to share,


And so I carry, 

All my days with the sun 

I’m never wary, 

Of the sun in my city 


That shines, 

Brighter than anywhere I have ever seen,

We often align, 

My sun, and me.

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