The big white sun
had a blazing beat
and a rhythm that could not be comprehended
by those on the road beneath it.

The heat that sizzled from the white sun
was penetrative but insignificant.
It got to you,
but it didn’t raise your temperature much anyhow.

The sun was something strange
not something you’d normally see;
something you’d certainly remember
for some time to come.

It didn’t stop folks from being pissed
at the substantial traffic
caused by the thirty-car pile-up
on Route 81, but that’s probably another tale.