I am floating in the pool.
The particular piece of sky
I’m looking at contains
* a Boeing 737 a
* crow (black) a
* bluebottle fly
headed
west. All the same size,
the fly is winning the
race to San Francisco.
The wind breaks up
the twin jet-stream
which links & crosses
like chromosomes /
breaks up the trails
of the crow & the fly.
This is pretty exciting.
HERE IS A SHIFTING MASS OF THE HERETOFORE
UNINVOLVED DNA MATING IN THE PUBLIC SKY.
What to do?
Phone up NASA.
Tell them that a potentially scary
organic aircraft is in the making.
THIS IS TO REPORT
THAT A UFO
OF JET PROPORTIONS
WITH FEATHERY AILERON
AND COMPOUND EYES
HAS BEEN SIGHTED
IN BLASTUAL FORMATION
OVER IOWA CITY.
But then, why should I?
I float a little east
of the genes to avoid
fallout. I mean Zeus works
in mysterious ways.