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Eureka: Winter Solstice 

From here, sighting between buildings
like an Anasazi between sandstone monoliths

   at the Solstice
I see a distant sliver of yellow moon sinking
into the blue-gray Bay.

And at eight and three, the wan sun
reflects into my northern window
from the apartments opposite
   a pittance to my sun-starved succulents
      craning towards the glass.

But be heartened, north-facing tenants,
after these longest nights,
if only by the reflection
   of light!

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