I drive on the 56 East heading home.
Tired eyes and slouched shoulders.
I drive.
My eyes peek at the sky and the moon catches em by surprise.
Like a rapid flare shot in the night. It was there — gleaming in all-white rounded brilliance.
I drive.
The moon flies —
racing to the finish line.
It quietly ducks behind a thick curtain of gray clouds and
disappears.
I drive and the moon continued to hide.
I drive.
