From: Douglas Alan <nessus@MIT.EDU>
Subject: Sue

She shot into my sky,
a blazing comet with a tail of stardust,
her halo brighter than the noon day sun in the Tropic of Pisces.
Just as quickly, she vectored to the horizon like a Zebra F-301
trailing curly-cue hearts at Mach 6.
(Look at her go!)
(Look at her go!)
The vision of her changed me forever,
exposed me to stars I had never noticed,
infected my soul, mate.
Keep your eyes to the skies, my friend;
she returns in the year 2142,
on her long eliptical orbit around her sun.