MAN ON THE MOON
B2 MICRO POEMS EARLY SUMMER


I can see you my love
From craters shadow stretched long
Blue and white you’re a vision to me
In moons dark day sky
Dusty burnt with stars

My eyes tear I brace my heels
Into the regolith
And twist off my helmet
My blood boils.

David Fry 20th June 2019.  

 PUBLISHED IN ISSUE 2 @blackboughpoetry 
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