In the glorious afternoon,

When azure blankets the city

Soft muslin of ozone and air

Hung impossibly high far above

The moon passes in irregular form

Between our home and our power

Crescented, then, becomes

That steadiest of lights

We below watch

With all our technology, mystified

Stunned at the simple ballet

Our antecedents worshiped

Rare, beautiful, resplinant

How lucky are we, creatures of this world,

To live on a planet whose moon and star

Fit so well together

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