For Me, the Moon

America-soared-when-the-Eagle-landed

For Me, the Moon

always floats in black
and white,
speaks with the voice

of Walter Cronkite. No
gold LEM
engine skirt, no garish

flag in waves of red
and blue
stuck in lunar

dirt. Armstrong,
Aldrin,
Collins, and Control

windtalk lift, guidance,
gimbal,
pitch, and roll.

FLIGHT fires the sacred
Loop—BOOSTER
Go. RETRO Go. FIDO

Go. GUIDANCE Go. And
the loneliest
men ever to be un-

earthed cut the summer
sky like
a blade on top

of the tallest, most
potent
machine ever made.

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