I know what Flash and Dale are looking at.
I’m looking at exactly what they saw.
I don’t have a prop gun or go-go boots.
I’m still working on a spaceship that sparks.
Dale is holding Flash’s arm. And my arm.
This kind of stuff goes on in outer space.
Now Dale is only standing behind me.
Now Dale is looking over my shoulder.
We’re both concerned but we take a second
To kiss and for a moment we both smile.
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A Spaceship That Sparks
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