Lunar Commute

He’s sixty-five. His daily commute
is a round-trip drive at fifty
for an hour and a half, the car’s
ancient engine turning over
a quarter million times a day,
more if he’s feeling lonely, swings by
to visit friends at the nursing home.

He tries to do the early morning
mental math, driving alone on the
deserted serpentine route under a
waning moon. Ninety minutes is
plenty of time:

……………………….Twelve years on the
same early road, the planet spinning
five thousand times;
……………………………….sixty-five years
stuck in the sun’s rut, the same
silver moon rising and filling, falling,
unphased, over and over again
fully invisible, new again at last
almost nine hundred times.

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