Poem 9

Man on the moon

As the sun goes down,
darkness deepens
and with it a chill
that drives me indoors.

Later, through a window
see the moon is full,
mesmerizing, the garden
now a lunar landscape.

Lured by that alien world,
don overcoat, cap and gloves.
Step outside the back door,
spaceman leaving the capsule.

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