Analemma
The other morning The Pieta A small replica On a shelf Found by the sun Bright and full The sun Straddling the culminating point Of its northward journey Peeks through the window Just so Twice each year Just before Shortly after The summer solstice For a couple of days It warms That lower shelf Why the intrusion? That draws my eyes An intrusion Into my time My time for solitude, contemplation An intrusion© 2012 Thomas W. Cummins
In a dim light... 
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