Melts the sun
With her ferocity– stripped away,
Turned into fragility,

We gasp as moon swallows sun.

We call it: “catastrophe,” as if —  it is different.

A child nursed of negligence.

Yes, it is not ours —

In the skeletal frame of a fence, 

nestled deep in the overgrown wiring,

Where vines wind up and veins wrap down: 

a ribcage, constructed by their love, nurtures love.