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big moon

I walked out to see the big moon through branches and wires and then clear sky

pulsing out there a glowing image of unique dry scapes

and I felt my small self on its surface remembered photos and images of moon lands and could feel myself there a tiny existence experiencing its vast distances its journeys and its strangeness

and similar barren lands down here endless rocks dry mountains  boulders  cliffs and waterless landscapes

how friendly these places I walk through peopled by plants

from middle year poems — Bill Eberle

November 2016     © 2016, Bill Eberle

remembering Monday night