Work is done
and a most companionable moon followed me home
from my shift at the human industrial plant
where I repair bad brains and injured lives.
We drove as partners through the curving streets of the neighborhood,
yellow-flamed windows beckoning as the dust of the day loosened
and lifted, landing on a half opened car window
before blowing back into the world.
We passed the last dog walks of the evening.
I raise a hand in greeting to all
knowing how quickly their arcs too could be felled.
The moon, my constant, I leave with the remains of the day
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