Shown to my iris
Through passing prose
Gorgeous yellow flicker
for a pavement canvas.

It greets me over the water of new land,
it welcomes me in the backroads of my home.
It startles me in the starry unknown.
Perhaps the satellites too shine out.

The loss once a mild worry built for small conversation and nighttime curio.
However strange - the drift brings comfort as the slow and memorial change.
An inconsequential mercury depletion to allow my iris to shine back.