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?
The Coming of the Toads 
Electric, eclectic partly elliptic, this ecliptic before us.
All in all B
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Excellent! thx, B!
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