Oh, it’s nice enough, even at
a distance of 93 million miles
but even at 93 million miles
it manages to crisp up the
beach bunnies, melt everyone’s
ice cream cones, and overcrowd
the shadiest picnic spots. It’s
funny how we oooh and aaaah
whenever it rises and sets, but
can only manage to squint and
bear it all day long in between.
No matter what the scientists say,
I believe I could live without it.