The Moon of Venus

You who are going to Venus:
There is a third man who has waited
for thirty one years.
Waiting is meditating.
He is the greatest Buddha
of us all.
Close to bliss
bask in his closeness.

There is a middle man.
He is waiting.
He is meditating.
Far from close
he is Pluto.
Third man is Venus.
There is one who has long basked.
She is the Moon of Venus.
She loves bold patterns
in two colours.
One is always darker than the other.

There is a first man.
He is not waiting.
He is commentating.
He has one of Moon's bold patterns.
Orange is lighter than green.

poem by Douglas Scotney
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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