Red Moon
We stare at the moon
blood red in atmospheric dust
rose bits disruptive
Brought into view by a
gravitational force
that shimmers round our edges
Craters, seas of lava,
potmarks on the man in the moon
Celestial body imperfect
unlike your flawless form
gravity weak
unbalanced
leaning against me
Milky Way connective
As we search the night sky
in our
own closed orbit
that heals a world of insular pieces
love's rumination
reflected
in how
we turn
Poem revised September 27th, 2022.
Originally written Spring 2020
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