Opposition

Tony Martello

 

It is in opposition that I suspend between Helios and Jupiter

Lying low in the solar dust kicked up by Helios and her magnetic pulses

Spat out and orbited around into a

A giant cinnamon twist

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To my back, the warmth of her slowly fades

As she drops below blankets of stardust

that cast a rosy light into the night

A fruitful spatial delight

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As I lay back, Luna rises in white

Then does her magic as she morphs

Into shades of yellow and gold

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By the time she reaches the universal roof

She has transformed into a silvery strawberry

pancake that you won’t see at breakfast time

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Natives from across the land gather crates

and baskets weaved with straw

They plan for harvest in morning to pluck the red berry

that waits with morning dew and drizzly fog beading on the green leaves

of the crop

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Once a year in June she has a chance to presume

she has a place in space

To steal the light from other planetary delights

Even Jupiter in all his circular might

Entices her with layers of promise that Luna

Can’t escape...

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She floats to him

Blushing and blooming

With a celestial desire

To be the most adorned body

In the sky