The day dawned cloudy, stormy
Vivid patches of blue between angry, weeping clouds
Three hours later and it would have been invisible
But when the eclipse came, shedding the dappled light
Of an imperfectly covered celestial orb
(Because who has the time, money for eclipse tourism)
There was just enough cerulean, just enough light
That the neighborhood, looking skyward with glasses opaque
Could glimpse, fleetingly, through the clouds
A sliver of sunshine

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