Poem for Saturday and Building Museum Animals

Moonset
By Carl Sandburg

Leaves of poplars pick Japanese prints against the west.
Moon sand on the canal doubles the changing pictures.
      The moon's good-by ends pictures.
The west is empty. All else is empty. No moon-talk at all now.
      Only dark listening to dark.

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My Friday was just as social as my Thursday. I met an old acquaintance at lunchtime to hand off some Space: 1999 stuff I thought she might want, stopped at the post office to mail eBay stuff, took a walk with Paul, and had dinner with my parents, who had brought in food from California Pizza Kitchen. 

Now we're watching the middle of the second season of For All Mankind, which I think is as good as the first -- I appreciate the politics as much as the space science, I love Ellen, Dani, and Molly, and I'm liking Karen better this season. From the National Building Museum's Animals, Collected exhibit: