ugly satellites

i stand on the surface of moon
with a parachute
and a tube of toothpaste
without a brush.
you are playing a violin
alone in a football field
that i can see
but not listen to
from here.
the vessel that brought me
has left
for other satellites
not so beautiful.
it will take a few years
to return.
meanwhile,
i don't feel like reading anymore.
i will lie down
and find out
how do the same old stars look
from here.