Gold moon, mid-high, last night,
Your continents visibly dark,
Your oceans a silvery white…
On St. Paul’s no-lights parking lot
Three or four darkened cars,
And people stood by them not,
Mind you, saying anything at all—
Just gazing up: An orange
Supermoon this late June night
With baby Summer three days old.
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