Reflection and cherished memory of the beguiling lunar spectacle
Moon, Earth and Sun
amalgamate
in a frame of grey-green
Eucalyptus leaves after spiraling
through the vacuous zero of space.
Bricks HECHO EN MX
stacked and stuccoed
fifteen feet beneath us
as our timid profiles shift closer
together filling the zone between
until flannel and crochet comfort each other.
We imagined the terror
on the face to first witness
this apocalyptic eclipse
as craters leaked lithium red
like popped vessels taking to a sponge.
I'm there. 😎