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The moon
lumbered slow
and heavy
in front
of the sun
Thunder
to our left
lightning
thrashing
the distant
black clouds
At last
in the eerie
green dark
our bare eyes
witnessed
the black
disk rimmed
with gold
with fine
red lines of fire
at the ragged
edge of the hole
that looked back
and we knew
the grand
weight of radiance
would return
like we knew
our own hands
yet when the gold
sliver finally
reappeared
animal
relief gushed
out of lungs
compressed
by fear
we hadn’t known
abided there 
Bees
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