Lovely Moon
by Dennis Loranger
Sometimes, on rare clear nights, I see lights shining within its darker limb. I hear those lights are cities, peopled by creatures like us. Perhaps. Maybe those super-terrestrials—inhabiting splendid arcologies in the remade air of the moon—once resembled earthlings, although I think not anymore; because, on those rare clear nights, I see scintilla break off from our green, brooding satellite and flash out to the intangible stars. But never back to here.
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Dennis Loranger teaches music and literature at Wright State University. In addition to poetry, he also does scholarly work and writes program notes for the Dayton Philharmonic Orchestra.
