The Lunar Surface Poem by james watkin

The Lunar Surface



Its a hardy colonist who kicks
Here a crop's embryos in.
No Navaho's raingod replies
From where no clouds enring.

Imminent to inaugural dews
As phospherescent ground.
In eye of whatsoever peak
Elevated and round.

Monday, July 22, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: moon
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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