evening


"that's about it. let's wrap it up.
i'll bury the sun & you unroll the sky
& don't forget to turn on the stars."
"check."
"don't wrinkle the dipper."
"gotcha.
what kinda moon we got?"
"um, hell, i don't know. look it up."
"let second shift worry about it.
they're due in pretty soon."
"speak of the devils. hey diana,
what kinda moon we got?"
"i'll take care of it.
you guys can split."
"where's everybody else?"
"like i know.
i'm here, ain't i?"
"honey, you're always on time.
that's why we hired ya."
"hey apollo, wanna smoke a joint
on the way back?"
"definitely. i think we deserve it.
after all, it was a pretty good day."

© Mark E. Dougherty