High sun

[SnarlingThroughOurSmiles]

High sun
settles   everyday the streets flooded
colours    student’s
backpacks        joy and terror    go on
monotonous hours
hunger and heave
over idle feet
full with standing

So I'm not sure if you meant this on purpose, but the white space you used sort of made me read the poem in a columnar way, like "high sun/settles/colours/backpacks" and "everyday the streets flooded/student's/joy and terror"

That created for me a fun little juxtaposition, I think, where it wasn't really a compare-and contrast so much as it just felt like a scene in a movie that cuts through several shots really quickly in order to build an increasingly-frantic atmosphere, like in a "moments before disaster" kind of way. The feeling is absolutely emphasized by recent events in America (I'm not sure if you're American), the sort of idyllic scenes of childhood shot through with threads of growing horror.