Between you and the solarium
this hottest of summer mornings
cools a path across the countryside

an eye floater moon receding
in the salt tide of shrunk space
as you wait in your circle

rooted in angst
for the darkness
to dissolve.

What old fear
draws you here
to this perfect sphere,

the moon you want to see
or the sun you can’t
inhabit?

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