28.07.07
1. That shadow
That shadow, I remember it.
Flew over the hills like — what was that horse?
Secretariat.
That’s the one.
All of us filled with oohs, aahs.
Yawns, too.
It was early, wasn’t it.
Even for a school night.
Tuesday. I think it was a Tuesday.
English teacher made us write poetry.
Mine sucked.
Mine too. I rhymed “penumbra” with “slumbah.”
Got a picture. Don’t quite know how; thrusting that camera in the sky, not looking.
Eh, if you can’t see the sky, you can look at the picture.
Still do, from time to time.
(Eclipse, Goldendale Washington, 1979.)
