Quaffing Sol’s Corona
Aug 22, 2017 · 1 min read
Stark light mellows
to a dim glow
as the moon erodes
the brilliance of the sun.
Stealing sunshine,
the celestial pickpocket
hastens from the scene.
But first, quenches her thirst,
quaffing Sol’s corona.
She then takes a quantum path
to escape the sun-burnt wrath
of Apollo’s steed.
Dusk falls at noon and
shakes the hand of midday dawn.
Shape shifting shadows
scramble from the edge
of the dream filled sky.
Running at the speed of sight,
the umbra offers solace
to rubbernecked souls
lined from coast to coast
wearing their shirts and shades.
Save where clouds swell
and dark distress obscures
hope for the enchanted moment.
Singular certainty lies
in the hands of globe-bound
merchant’s of the moon
who rake in a fortune
from the boon.
Come and gone, so soon.


