so you sent off some rockets-
to the moon, no less-
starting in 69,
an auspicious sign
for tao watchers
and any others
with a sense of history.
there was poetry
in those encounters.
so what happened?
you scooped up a few stones
and left. you haven't been back since.
nasa* what's your reason
for not spending
at least
one scientific season
on that orb
we poets time stars by
and watch blue horsemen pass
white sparkling splashing satin?
*National Aeronautics and Space Administration, USA
doug bentley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sad-saga-of-nasa/
