Oregon Sun

I wonder who uses the sun

when it has been taken

from the soggy shelves

of Oregon skies.

Is it left on a plateau

somewhere in the recesses

of the stratosphere?

Maybe some unruly student

left it lying open,

face-down and dogeared

where it is of no use to anyone?

Or perhaps it is on hold

for someone else at the library,

more likely a population of elses,

waiting damply in the murk.

Note: our prompt today was to resurrect a poem and edit it. I've done that here, an old poem from an old notebook. Still not quite satisfied with it, but it will do for now.