Sunlight sets me off.
It could
burn you to a crisp,
Or drive you
mad, before it killed you
With
dehydration and/or heat exhaustion.
Yet even on
a freezing day,
When
pavements are punctuated
By static
streaks of frozen water,
Sunlight sets me off,
Like coming up unexpectedly
On a wondrous consequence-free drug.
I’m high laughing and smiling
At silly ideas;
But, if and only if,
I’ve got somewhere warm to sit
And gaze through double glazing
At cold, cold sunlight outside.
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