by DJ Miller
Standing on the moon I survey,
The beginnings and the endings,
of just another day.
The copper hue is fading slowly,
and the colors meld and dim,
to a lovely sanguine complexion.
All I can discern is the edges of a dark planet,
waking up and falling asleep.
All you can see is my impression of your alms,
More meager than is customary.