On Watching the Space Station and Shuttle

When my dad rang, I answered,

Can I call you later?

When's later?

(something's up)

Thirty minutes?

Where will you be in an hour?

Not sure, why?

Watch the sky!

I hung up and smirked,

That's my dad.

Didn't plan to, but an hour later

I climbed the dam at the park

to watch two bright lights

chase across the Northern sky.

Which is the brighter one?

I dialed home to ask.

The line was busy.

Where are they going?

A minute later they were gone,

leaving the rest of us behind.

At least a few lone starts and the city lights

still hung around.