Lunar Landing, Redux

He no longer highways to work;
drives, instead, to his favorite table
and his favorite mid-week coffee
at his all-time favorite café.

He’s almost finished seventy years
stuck in the lunar rut, the same
silver moon rising and filling, falling,
unphased, over and over again;
now fully invisible, new again at last
almost nine hundred times.

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NaPoWriMo 2021
Day # 17/30
~ Moonies ~
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