A flying saucer whirrs
through the kitchen air
almost hits him in the head
flies out the open window
followed by another saucer
sailed at him by her
angry that he's earthbound
can't take her to the moon
one more time tonight.
He's getting old, he tells her.
She should have come aboard
when he was 23 and flew
all night from star to star.
He ducks again and gasps,
"Once must now suffice."
