Unobtrusive Sun

The Six O\'clock Offering

The fold was gold with shining locks

The clock struck Six before I knocked

Intimidated, concentrated on my box

 

The open door gave room for more

Exasperated consultation

Notions of unmet devotion 

To the Maker\'s mark

 

But surprises filled the alleyway that day

Intrusive sun brought forth from rising morn

Then pleasant warmth scorched my frozen arms

And the alarm inside my humble box

Was silenced 

 

At Seven O\'clock