sunglasses poem

need new pair of sunglasses
need the sun
to leave,

bright mirror or
dusty mirror
or i
am the sun.

the sun is always here. some
times,
like globes.

do you mind that i call you
in california,

or if i wanted to.
sun.
globular is a pretty ocean,
sun, not just a lake of fire

not just the cool look
of sunglasses