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Luna, Cynthia and Selene
“At night , I open the window and ask the moon to
come in and press its face against mine.”--Rumi.
Damn, what a bummer to discover there is no Man
in/on the Moon--and no Nazis and no space port for
UFO’s; doesn’t seem to be made of cheese either.
She is quite shy about revealing her dark side, never
allowing us to get a peek; demure, mysterious. But
satellites and astronauts have now seen her naked
behind, and the report is it’s unremarkable.
In 1959, post-Sputnik, the Russian crashed an
uncrewed space craft on the surface, and another one
that made a softer landing in 1966 . Then the United
States orbited the moon in 1968. Between ‘68-72,
America put six men on the moon. They planted a
couple of flags, bagged up some rocks and dust, and
left. For 48 years, no man has walked, or played golf
All dogs howl at the
moon; what do they know we don’t?
Posted over at d'Verse Poet's Pub