SOLAR ECLIPSE

poem , by mike barth (1.18.24) //

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SOLAR ECLIPSE

god of

gales and

gravity and

granite and

many sensitive 

creatures wear 

the crown

of glass

where the sumac

was

red 

season of 

goldenrod and

aster hillsides

father of 

the universe

walk alongside an

unknown

friend

though this

time , a 

passive observer

hold hands ,

as if

waiting for

the end

of something

elbows , skulls , forms - 

remnants

of

a fools 

errand