Mars at its nearest
still overwhelmed by brightness
of our own full moon
we sway to what fills our eyes
circumscribed by one small sky
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Graceful Press Poetry 
Wonderful.
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Thank you!
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What Ken said. 🙂
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Thank you, too. 🙂
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The whole universe and we frame it according to our home. To me it makes me feel safe to read this. There’s no place like home. !!!
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I wonder whether the astronauts feel overwhelmed, outside of the familiar containment–but then again, they would be the adventurous types. 🙂
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Yes, I think astronauts on the whole cannot be too introspective, at least while they are out there in space, because I think the idea alone of what you are doing might take away your confidence.
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Those last two lines! Beautiful and so true. Makes me feel like a wave, swelling toward the moon.
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a wave, swelling toward the moon–:) beautiful
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This last two lines — wow, ringing around in my head.
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It’s the rhyme. 😉
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Perfect! That orange moon last week, and the stars…(K)
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It took me a while to get to it, but I did want to write about that moon/Mars. Thank you for reading!
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