Monday, January 28, 2013

Before Lunch

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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