It was so different from old sci-fi films,
cruel black and white aliens bent on conquest
in a starchy butch Brylcreem era of fear.
These creatures had soft eyes
and the tender bodies of children.
Driving home from the theater,
I basked in movie afterglow,
a bit dazzled by electronic progressions
of light and sound and wonder.
Through the windshield
I scrutinized the midnight sky:
Red Blink! (a radio tower), White Flash! (an airplane)…
Interstellar teacher, I most humbly beseech you.
I wish to see great ships hover over our white house
insert silicone chips of wisdom and empathy,
speed the evolution, save us, save us
from ourselves.
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