2 hands on the wheel

Two hands on the wheel, I notice the moon.
A perfect circle… a flat, bright button.
My eye is drawn away from the road.

I will never see it up close. The magnitude. Sturdy and round.
I want to.
Even if I couldn’t breathe.
Just to see… to know.

I reach up and touch my index finger to the windshield.

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