Two Astronauts (Space Station Repair)
Here it comes, that sun again.
What time is it?
Nearly midnight, EST.
Say, that's so bright.
Reporting in: all panels tight.
Power's flowing. Heading home.
Looking good. Alright, begin.
Another sunset. Way too fast.
In this orbit, that won't last.
I miss mornings back on Earth.
I miss walking, for what it's worth.
Two Astronauts (Space Station Repair) © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.
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Submitted: April 22, 2019