None who saw you will forget you,
a hairy, multi-tailed wonder
stalking the skies
as the century
wound down.
Your Japanese opening act
warmed us up well,
I couldn't imagine
how you'd top it,
but you did.
In the vivid sodium light
I see you still.
From the east end of
Speedway
to the desert
below Gates Pass,
in the red Celestron
I got for my bar mitzvah,
you pinwheeled across the sky.
I can still call up
your memory,
you hanging over
the Catalinas
in difficult times,
reminding me there is
a universe out there
beyond heaven's gate,
and transient joys
are no less joyful.
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