Lincoln watched the Leonids
In 18–33;
In 19–66,
That light-show tripped for me.
The spectacle that ate Abe’s eyes,
So many years ago,
Nibbled on mine, too, that night,
Strutting in the glow.
Like Dasher, Dancer, Prancer,
Twinkle-twinkling through the night,
The mega-storm of Leonid
Tracked streaking strips of light.
Dozens, hundreds, thousands,
Filling up the sky,
Stoking viewers’ visions,
Of angels lifted high.
Lincoln watched the Leonids
Fall in ’33.
In ’66 those fireballs
Shed a light on me.
