Heavenly Spheres

A sunroof

The Sunroof refracted

Light onto the little coffee table

In our shabby fake living room.

 

We never worried that it was a dome,

The glass that is, sat the same every day,

And scattered light in such a way,

That colors dove-tailed on the table

And it was beautiful.

 

We never asked, looking past,

If the other side was skewed.

So the sun and moon cast,

Optic illusions through our roof,

Like Archimedes magic.

 

And it was beautiful,

But our table caught fire.

Author's Note

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