My Lady

In a world burning dirty oils
people burnt to ashes from overwork
the gentle heat of the home
soothes the pain of the blisters
gained by neglect of self and soul

a respite is made yours through her
shaking off worries like rain off an umbrella
flour glints in a sunbeam
made perfect through its imperfectness
lazy mornings made into raucous evenings
a heart aches at the sound

worship of the small things
entwined fingers or a teapot full
we chase warmth
and so the fire is given to give

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Sunbeam City 🌻

Sunbeam City is a anticapitalist, antifascist solarpunk instance that is run collectively.