Day moon, night moon, moon moon. Day moon a pale button; night moon a lantern; moon moon a nursery rhyme, a fat, simple face in a blue, blue sky.
Moon so bright not even clouds can hide its face. Veiled, unveiled, moon climbing rungs on a ladder of clouds.
A punctuation point in an immense sky behind a flowing river of clouds.
An opalescent moon, rich with the memory of hot gases, bone-crushing weights, and stories of when the universe was new.
Moon stares through rippling clouds, stares with careful attention upon the earth.