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I love poems about: I love poems about astronomical phenomena, and this poem certainly delivers that.  Applause to you, Sir!

I was very impressed by the: I was very impressed by the sly and measured build-up complete with an atmosphere of menacingly idyllic beauty and calm. Right there you shrewdly hint that something is weighing heavily upon the pretender, upon the "halcyon tranquility" that surrounds him. The clues are so subtle yet significant that they become alarming, pulse-pounding, mystifying in the best way.   What narrative prowess. Amazing!   Then I was hooked completely when some startling backstory about the setting as well as some unsettling personality traits of the turbulent denier of his nature were revealed. Your unique talent truly shines in your intense focus on symbolic and emotive details that explore the minds and hearts of characters who are never cardboard cutouts, but often multidimensional. Details such as those volatile grains of sand on the socks . . . almost, not quite, in the water.   An eruption of psychological trauma with a cautionary note.   Wow! Just amazing.  

awesome  I remember the Mr.: awesome  I remember the Mr. Softee trucks rolling thru the neighborhood when I was young.  Good times.

We are all (myself included): We are all (myself included) subject to human folly.  That makes fools of all of us.  But fools often dance deliriously like whirling dervishes uncertain but hopeful of finding some pittance of enlightenment--or some such tomfoolery.

Touché: Touché

Mine was the opposite: Mine was the opposite problem:  my mother suspected I would try to linger in my parents' home well after I was able to become self-supporting.