Obscured

In an eclipse
of an eclipse (too many
clouds to see)

the sky may redden
above the cover and it may
seep through

I’ve never seen the sky
not change even when
the event was obscured

As above
so below
The event seeps through

Colors oddly burnt
onto the ground
as if all had been concussed

Shaken
into strange
shades — as above

so below
and inside
and overall

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About Tony Brown

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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