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Moon's Reply to Sun

for Rupert

In the blue field of the morning sky

The Moon seems now transparent

As she whispers her reply

Into the noise of daylight:

“Complacent fucking prick?

Indeed. And if I played your game

Of tit for tat, my friend

I might call you a superheated

Blowhard of self-righteous gas

So we can both be thankful

I’m above that sort of thing.

Instead, I’ll make these two

Reflections: 1) My substance

Was your substance once

As every student of stars must know

And, 2) The wisdom of mirrors

(I am a rough one, though first

& brightest for the earthlings)

Is always this:

‘I am you & you are me.’ So fire away!”

R. S. Deese