Or so it seems when its shadow
Takes away all the satellite's glow
In another city we returned home
Through almost deserted streets
From a movie during an eclipse
Had a meal against the neighbour's
Dire warnings and something else
Without any significant consequences
Tonight the slow-moving clouds cannot
Keep away and keep hiding the show
What shade is this, blood red or copper?
The flatness turns to spherical as my son
Keeps coming back to the balcony
To capture on camera this cosmic line-up
The mythology of a monster ingesting
The full orb makes the spectacle more
Dramatic than it is but no less wondrous
Even when it is no more out of reach it is
As if we have now all made a landing there.
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