Mars

I watched my favorite show tonight
The dance the light does on the sea's ever-shifting surface
Golden tunnel beckoning
Rosy, I can't come with you, not now
No more shimmering path
Just an orb hanging above
With all its heavenly fire contained in a complete circle
I asked my son what it looked like to him
"Mars," he said
With a glint in his eye
"Mars," he said
With a glint in his eye