Like lovers attracted

by forces beyond their control

the sun and moon

magnetize.

 

As they merge,

the dusky moon

overlaps the persimmon sun—

a bite from an apple.

 

Then darkness—

all goes quiet,

the robins silent

the squirrels still.

 

Totality.

 

The corona appears,

rainbow edges

and a golden, radiant

halo.

 

Photo by Amalesh Krien

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