Under a Tree during the Eclipse
Crescents, like God’s fingernails,
stack up side by side, spit out across
the sidewalk, our shoes, the grass.
Why the strong pull to look up
up through this darkening hour?
Crescents, like God’s fingernails,
stack up side by side, spit out across
the sidewalk, our shoes, the grass.
Why the strong pull to look up
up through this darkening hour?