Earth Rising
The ground is gray, the sky is black and yet
I fell at home inside this other world
I plant my feet upon the dusty soil
and hail our flag above the Soviets
Three days ago I strapped myself into
this capsule with my fellow astronauts
it seems I’ve trained a lifetime for this day
of mining rocks and golfing on the moon
Call back to Houston when the day is done
the fantasy of every living soul
see Houston rolling out of shadow while
the earth is rising like the sun.
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