How to read the full moon tonight

How do we read the moon

with her distant imperial stare

coated with cloud dust?

 

As if she shunts our pollution

to the furthest edges

of her world so that she breathes alone

in fresher air?

 

Or as our circling symbiosis

grieving too for moonlings lost

on earth

 

A calming,

if not quizzical light

in which to read

her autumn night

 

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