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First Poet on the Moon - April 8, 2026

  • Gary Hunter
  • Apr 8
  • 1 min read

it should be someone not so

enamored with her fat yellow

smile because in person,

they’d be crushed by her looks

 

a dusty colorless face, so

pock-marked with boulders

rocks and sharp bony ridges 

even a facelift wouldn’t help

 

I do know exactly where I’d sit

to write – where the scalding

heat and bitter cold meet at

the edge of a moon’s new day

 

with the universe of stars held

by one eye, the peak of the

sun captured by the other

 

and the message would have to be

well beyond one leap for mankind

 

well, from the moon I’d write a poem

about Mars, now there’s a big jump

for the yearning man to take

 

or perhaps look down, write about earth

yeah, that could be the better idea

 

you know, some great images and

metaphors about her gorgeous face

before it starts to look like the moon’s

 
 
 

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