Luna Cab
poem by Richard Peabody

³Those moon men are getting a little too blatant,²
I say to another suit in the airport cab line, pointing
out the unusually bulky green colored cab.
LUNA painted across the side.

The suit laughs. ³Want to share the ride?² he asks.
I need to be downtown for my annual meeting.
³Sure,² I say, and climb in.  ³Where to?² the cabbie asks.
³Dupont Circle,² I say. ³Alpha Centauri,² the suit says.

³Nice one,² I say, laughing.  The suit smiles.
The cabbie, too. In seconds I¹m weightless atop
the ceiling, praying for seatbelts, and certain
I¹ll never share a cab ride again.

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