Eclipse Acrostic

 This was my April 8th poem as we got to see the total eclipse


Everyone is talking about the sun,

Center of our universe

Lonely, maybe, with the moon and planets so far away.

I wonder about her though.

Passing between us for just a moment,

Suddenly flicking the switch and overtaking the day.

Each of us looks up and sees her in a new light, only today.

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