Extraterestrial

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Vintage Words

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No one could have said anything

as the clouds parted and glowed

and like heaven descending

the new world order was arrival

in the middle of my street.

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Hovering, as if waiting,

events moved quickly, like

a fast tire through a mud puddle.

It was exactly six o'clock p.m.

when the orb settled

to the concrete. We wondered

where the clouds went? Cars spit

out passengers like a row

of mad gumball machines.

They milled around, aghast

at the great bulb blocking

their routes home.

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Speculation crescendoed

into noisy agreement that a drone

was responsible for the trick

and anger was the best way

to deal with this inconvenience.

Fists were made for such

moments.

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Suddenly, a crack spit out blue

light and humans near blindlingly

saw an inched pattern become a

portal with an eye piercing, shimmering

and glistening ramp melting down

like water and solidifying

like the purest blue ice. It was

a Tom Cruise moment when

creatures from beyond Sol

dropped from the too brilliant

exit.

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Not what anyone expected

as sirens announced official

peace keepers come to investigate

what had been reported

as an extraterestrial event. Guns

holstered, police came forward

to protect and serve.

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It was all anti-climaxtical.

It was no hoax. They put us

here a long time ago, and we

learned as first witnesses

that they were just back

for a visit and looked just

like us. That, or they were here

to conquer us and had a means

to mass hypnotize us into

believing they were friendlies.

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allets

11-17-16

1144a

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

I write sci-fi fantasy. An old tale with a twist. It's us. :D

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