XXII The Eclipse for Linda
The sun is wearing a woolly shroud, then
becomes maiden in alluring thin veil,
at her ear a black moon is nibbling when
I run in shrieking, it's begun! abseil
into your wall, scraping fingers and arm.
We rush into your garden with pin-holed
paper, eclipse glasses not to cause harm,
but no sunlight. She's dancing with her cold
partner in high mists, we gaze in wonder
as they get closer, black moon checks white queen
until she's a tiara, a slender
finger on his shoulder, flirts to be seen,
(glasses - on - off). Under leaves we capture
the dance of crescent sequins on paper.
