Solar's Sting
Rough as sandpaper,
yet fair as fine flour,
a troop of tiny
trail on a tender
terrain...lunar lane,
the collisions
on radiant rocks,
condense to form
...pale particles.
They are cool,
glassy shells
-abrassives
that clings
and stings
space
suits:
lock lungs
sieze sights,
the nightmare
of spacemen
on moonwalk.
A pollution
with solution:
it is tamed with magnetic
rods.
Though the teary tale
that makes spacemen wail,
it blows and blossom,
in the Moon's bossom,
yet spacemen still sail.
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