A SPECIAL RANDOM TUESDAY

Chris Shaw

Eyes right. Eyes aloft

Not a single moment to be lost.

Agitators laid down their agit props,

Bumming bums pulled out all stops.

Corporate execs wiped their gold-rim’d specs.

What’s THAT, you say?

An eagle, a Pterosaur.

A giant baby whale piggybacking once more.

Is it possible, in our own crazed age,

Some feat of science melded with spirit

May still amaze?

What Soup’man, no Donner, nor Blitzen

Is Splittin the sky.

We need not ask why.

No act of war, merely a friendly

Pass, Canceling an iceberg tragedy

Across a century of tinkling

Glass. For five minutes on April seventeenth,

We were again one land, bound by heaven above,

And Love beneath!

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