When What Above us Unknown is

August 18, 2010
By Anonymous

What above us unknown is,
I consult passengerlings
Who, she, is convinced,
Me being un-,
Shimmering light
Is not diffraction
From the firmament,
(Eye)s of mine roll
And dis(miss)
Hypotheses of Aliens,
Only to be blown apart
Upon an observations end,
Bright light too large to me Star,
Too stationary to be plane,
Jets swiftl(y ou)t over
And presently flies away.

The author's comments:
I wrote this for an old flame. We would park at an overlook that had a great view of a lake and a park on the other side. Every time we'd go there would be a bright light above the park. She was convinced it was a spaceship because it shimmered, and I was convinced it was a star.

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