Tonight, I saw a headline about what the earth looked like from space in the 1960's. This, and the loss of imagination that comes with youth, and a bit of undeserved trust that we give to our television news stations, inspired The Man on the Moon.
The Man on the Moon
From my
bedroom window
I wondered if I'd be able to see
the man on the moon
the president promised
would be there soon.
I waited.
Each night, I asked my mom and dad
if he was up there yet.
Not yet baby, they would say.
But soon.
I never saw him
because as the nights went on,
and the years passed by,
I stopped looking up.
I knew if he made it,
they'd show him on the news.
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