Moon Shot
Silver white,
Silver white,
Not chill, not distant
No second sight.
Ancient steel, platinum band,
Flickering pin pricks,
Long blue hand.
Call the living, sing the night,
Come one, come all.
Silver white
Silver white
Shadow, filigree and light.
Copyright © Mark Miller | Year Posted 2020
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