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Waiting for the Super Rare Strawberry Moon

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A young Black man looks from his window at a surreal scene: a cream mottled moon through geometric oak branches against a dark sky.

Strawberry Moon

I forgot about the full Strawberry Moon.
Then I remembered. At 12:05, it was hiding

behind the branches of an English oak.

So, I was patient.

Sat at my desk a while,
then returned to the bedroom window,
where the cream-colored, mottled moon,
stuck in a lunar standstill,
hanging so low,
exudes a wispy illusion
you could pluck it out the sky.

Apparently,
this won’t return until 2043.
Will we be here to see it then?
Earth without end. Amen.

A minimalist image of a hand reaching towards a glowing, strawberry-colored sphere against a dark indigo background.

– Another by Skendong: The Supermoon ἁψίς

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