wood spin tops and the sun

This morning the sun was white through the fog
and i could look strait at it.
it seemed like the moon, but come alive.
i stood still looking.
someone walked past and i said something
though i can't remember what,
and they kept walking
then i did as well.

I dont know if i want to be caught
making handmade wooden spinning tops
for the rest of my life,
but it keeps me off the streets,
and buys my pancakes.

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