Paper the Sun

📖 The Scoop

You paper the sun ̶ with both hands
bury the ashes though the time hasn't come
for shadows ̶ what you darken

sooner or later becomes your fingertips
still warm, wanting to spread
as winters, be harvested

from a sky already half stone
half so often covered with snow
̶ you cling to a grave

that has no grass yet
is setting out and for a while
across the ground and the others.

BIO:

Simon Perchik, an attorney, was born 1923 in Paterson, NJ and educated at New York University (BA English, LLB Law). His poems have appeared in various literary journals including Cholla Needles, Partisan Review, Poetry, The Nation, and The New Yorker.

Genre: Poetry / American / General (fancy, right?)