Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #335

The Two Of Us
by Belinda Roddie

The two of us were sitting on the dock
when the moon swallowed up the sky and stars.
You wore both a green and a purple sock,
and you couldn't stop talking about cars
and motorcycles. I was far away,
absorbed in the glow of Diana's eyes,
her bow taut and her arrow bright as day,
quiv'ring like a bird does before it flies.
I knew it wasn't practical to stare
upon an orb thousands of miles away -
no, hundreds of thousands - and yet, the hair
stood up across my head. You didn't say
a word about it, or seem to notice.
You chatted idly in your endless bliss.

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