Night launch (Apollo 17)
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Morning Moon:
a phantom hiding
in the clouds.
“Behold the great rondure, the cohesion of all, how perfect!”
from Walt Whitman’s “Out of the Rolling Ocean the Crowd”
There’s so much to see,
but my eye keeps catching on
the one bright rainbow.
Believe me, ladies
some day we will walk there, too:
it’s not if but when.
A patch of the Moon
flanked by shadows: trembling sense
we shouldn’t be here.