They say
the blood moon
is a bad omen-

hanging in
the sky
on the other
side
of a permanent
polluted
lens, a
filter
that we've made
and now is how
we must
enjoy the
stars

Red Moon,
Dear Red Moon behind
Earth's dusty
curtain,
I don't know what it means
or why the color
rouge
effects me, so

but I can feel the
black sky
crawling, moving, dancing,
a pendant against stars it cannot
touch and continuing
to blush in
rose.