Moon landing
O the full moon pouting its lunar lips,Surprised to see my bloated face,
Blowing up a red balloon for a party,
I hold my dirigible and let it go,
It falls and bounces along the ground,
Stopping against your lunar legs,
Waxed and smooth and luminous,
Waiting for my craft to orbit, to dock.
Chris Fernie, 2009
Poetry by Chris Fernie
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Written on 2009-07-08 at 23:08
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