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Black velvet skyways provide an ebon tufted backdrop
for last nights’ alabaster moon
that brightened city
and country
corners
ere
it
evolved,
shimmering
light revealing long
graceful lines stretching like refined
wrinkles across the orb. Distinguished. Waxing. Waning.
Face scarred by prominent craters
capricious glimmer
flickering
shifting
each
phase
cresting
first quarter
until the last like
a supernova in waiting
anxious to spread intergalactic luminescence.