is my vacation limit.
after three days i want to go home.
it doesn't matter
where i am.
Hawaii or Timbuktu.
i could be on the moon,
and i'd get
the itch to go home.
staring out the window
of the space
capsule
at the blue earth,
longing
for my couch.
can we go back now,
i'd say
to Houston Control.
i'm done here.
we got your stupid rocks.
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