Dawn has not crept over the horizon
to blaze light through
this perfect circle of the future.
What light there is
glows behind clouds, edges
the massed droplets
hovering over these sarsen blocks,
taunting us for how often
we trust our pilgrimages
to bluestone
and blundering mornings.

23 December 2022
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