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The Moon this
Morning
Last night the
moon rose too late for me.
This morning it
was hanging in wait,
Silver, full,
round,
I set up the
tripod, mounted the telescope,
Checked the
batteries on my trusty Olympus, and
Focus click,
focus click, focus click.
Seventy-one
times I focused and clicked, and
As I did the day
was gaining upon the dawn.
The moon’s
pocked face was being readied
For its transit
incognito.
It would be
invisible to mere mortals
Until it would
rise again
--May 23, 2013
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