Cold moon, beautiful half-
Moon hanging there, serene
In the western sky
Light shines into the bedroom window
And all around is
The night sky
No end,
This world without end.
Upon occasion I see
A satellite,
An aircraft far somewhere
In the gift of this
Night sky
Such a fine landscape,
This sky prairie
Helping me remember
And figure out my
Old, familiar navigation
Homing instinct, I guess.
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