frost over

Silver and blue,
Alone with a cue
Card and "How To" guide
For pomp and circumstances,
Fortunate third second chances,
And recently swallowed pride.

Happy 100th, OK.

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11/16/07

There are pops and dull roars
Fading into the background;
The white noise is secondary
To the glittering, technicolor sky--
Those explosions to embellish
The great state of things we are in,
In the great state we are in.
--The plains and the plain Janes,
Land runs and man's sons,
The winds and historical rewinds,
The wheat, the weeds we'd planted to grow
Lazy circles in the sky and airy prairies--
These silent pauses in between booms
Tell me that we could be doing better soon
But we are trying, and that's enough for now
For this century that has passed.
We are doing fine, we are doing okay.
Half of us know why we're celebrating today,
And the other half is content with
Stimulating those receptors in our eyes,
Standing next to strangers,
Shivering from the cool breeze
And the rumbling and echoes of those before us.