I have a poem on “The Poet” page that refers to this old piece. It’s not at all an example of my best work, but I thought I’d include it as a bit of history and as the missing piece to “Overvision.”
Moon Watcher They chuckle softly because once again I have called them outside, away from the deathly cold light of their television to see the moon, a burning globe of blood above our street. They nod politely. They say, “It’s lovely,” and thank me as before. Then my neighbors turn, shaking heads, exchanging smiles, back up the sidewalk toward their home and the lifeless rays within.