After we walked on the Moon

After we walked on the Moon

The dust of my steps chokes.
Anticipation of historicity leaps,

each particle settling slower
than rain in a desert, gathering.

They celebrate life with a spin, a dive,
a hero’s end in silence, an intake

of breath lost — in the medium
of emptiness. And they never saw

it coming. This loss, in time, hand-in-
hand with the end of innovation.

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