Moon Magic



A simple man and a complicated woman
on the Moon for one hundred days
in an experiment to evaluate
the exploitability of lunar resources.

In a mostly earthly way they
lived in a box, worked in suits
and only via impermeable gloves
and dials manipulated the natural.

The simple man grew a beard then
took to tapping into his tiny keyboard
lines of words of the most expansive
poetry in handsome cadences.

The complicated woman stared out
the several small windows and her protective
facemask when taking her long walks
drumming for days finger rhythms.

Time to return and the lander module
left the land for a thrust and a spin
who was leaving was not who came
a complex man and a simple woman.

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