Before Lunch
The Spring that I was sixteen
sitting in Spanish
before lunch and anxious to see my friends
instead of conjugating "to run"
I looked out the window
at the Florida sky.
No one planned to take us
outside anymore.
Shuttle launches were
no big deal anymore.
But I looked just in time to see
the straight line of smoke pop
and turn into a lopsided upsilon.
In my youthful naivety
I thought surely
there was an escape pod
like in I Dream of Jeannie.
Surely. There had to be.
I could not have just watched
those astronauts die
just before lunch while avoiding
conjugating verbs in Spanish.
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