It's time to leave.
notebooks emptied into the recycle bin
quartz slides coated, or not, with lunar dust
carefully placed into Sam's box, and books on
Matlab programming and atomic oxygen
into Jordan's.
A box of long expired ionic liquids and dead
circuit boards to Mike
I loaded my old microscope into the car,
the one I rescued from the trash eons ago.
I found artifacts of experiments I'd conducted over
the years, marveling at my work as if it wasn't
done by me, it was another era before Mira
disrupted my days and shattered my focus.
and before the pandemic ended our
discussions in the break galley.
It just seems to be time to move on,
with excitement, relief, and a bit of sadness.
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