The moon is a piece of rock in the sky.

One watches through the locked glass,
not waving,
as the other gets into a car and drives,
not tooting,
under the black sky,
under the moon that is blanked out by clouds,
that is a piece of rock in the sky,
that didn’t feel Armstrong and the other test pilots
brushing its surface,
taking some samples,
then leaving,
maybe forever.

The moon is not a place to stay:
it’s a place to visit,
and you’d better have your spacesuit on
or the lack of pressure and air
will kill you.

But go.
I recommend it.

It’s breathtaking there
under the black sky
on the untrodden moon.

What do you think?

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