The Square Sun by David Fischer
Copyright (C) 1999 David Fischer

In my mind the Sun is a perfect square. 
Sometimes it lies on its back,
sometimes lazily flipping over
onto its tummy.
All day long it sends down light and warmth
beckoning the plants its way.
At night it crawls into a little cardboard box
behind the train station
and falls into a deep coma.
In order to start the next day,
medical attendants must climb into the box
and give it an intravenus injection of epinephrine.