Perfect Sun The sun is a perfect circle of glowing orange.I look into her, my eyes shivering at her circumference.She’s perched behind a cluster of maple brancheslike all the potential of today in one stunning ball of magic light. When I blink, she puts her face on myeyelids, a flash of golden mirrored from the skyover… Continue reading Poem 200 – Perfect Sun & First Impressions w/ Alexei Ungurenasu