June 11th - 5:54 p.m. 

The yellow twin suns 
	dawn along the seashore's edge
Short-lived trees
		stress against the victory

Protection was the instant he enters 
			the burning pullout
The two percent suit climbs away from the laboratory
	He's a little old gent 
with kids
		Official, with fluff

June 11th - 9:23 p.m. 

Meek 
	==========

	Afraid, and sad
				and sorry
(terribly sorry) and on, and on
and on
	and no right!

	A single botched planet
	out of place
moved towards the surface
of his matron
Nothing was crossed
	except maybe fish
schooled ten feet below 
his remembrance

Tasty without word
He turned
	the hillocks of the ocean 
into an iceberg of reporters