In 1974 a man reported his Volkswagen Beetle stolen. Forty years later, it is found in Detroit, but the owner has yet to be located. The phone number given is no longer working. The car is being sent overseas to be restored. I'm not really sure how a missing car headline led to a poem about sleeping while the moon is full, but it did, and here it is...
sleeping while the moon is full
the man at the counter says I look like his niece Alexandra
she doesn't take no for an answer either
and looks at him with the same crinkled, confused face,
she thinks it is impossibly foolish to
attempt sleeping while the moon is full
she says we are not meant to lie down easily when the night sky is so bright
that is when we should hit the road and drive all night
I smile
he smells like coffee and cinnamon rolls
his eyes are fierce with regret and mistakes,
and I wonder if he realizes what his own face looks like
the man at the counter says I look like his niece Alexandra
she doesn't take no for an answer either
and looks at him with the same crinkled, confused face,
she thinks it is impossibly foolish to
attempt sleeping while the moon is full
she says we are not meant to lie down easily when the night sky is so bright
that is when we should hit the road and drive all night
I smile
he smells like coffee and cinnamon rolls
his eyes are fierce with regret and mistakes,
and I wonder if he realizes what his own face looks like
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