Soaking in the outdoor tub,
Steam rising lazily skyward.
I'm transfixed by the waning, fat moon
Shooting toward me through the trees.
I watch the lopsided white globe
Crawling slowly heavenward.
It peers at me through the branches.
Patterns of twigs and trunks are
Silhouetted upon its face,
Ever changing as it climbs.
Like canals once seen on Mars.
The universe smiles upon me tonight.
Just for my delight, the moon shoots its beams
Through twisted black branches,
Straight into my waiting gaze.
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