Thursday 1 February 2018

1st February 2018

birch twigs
against a reddening sky
crow's complaint


© Rachel Green 2018

waiting for the eclipse
at two o'clock
on a Friday morning
(with work in six hours)
just me and a buddy
I've known since college years.
His beer clunks against the patio stone
while my tea warms my hands
even August nights get cold.
The moon darkens red
as the earth passes between,
blocking the reflection of the sun
and my friends confusion is palpable.
'Why is it round?' he asks,
'I know the earth is flat.'
Is he for real? I think so.
'The moon is far away,' I tell him,
'and the earth is very thick.'


© Rachel Green 2018

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