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About This Poem
JULY - 1969 - Moon landing
JULY 1969 – Moon landing
There are no wolves
Astir tonight
To chill our fireside man
The wolves are gone
Are northward gone
From a disenchanted land
From where Maid Moon
Who winked at dreams
Has lost her apple eyes
Oh, someone’s plucked
The saucy dish
From out a virgin sky
Her lover’s cool
Bacterial breath
Has blued the Maid’s gold cheeks
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And wolves are gone
To howl for her
From woods and mountain peaks
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