On a flight from San Fran. to New York,
One hour our plane did balk,
As on full taxiways we dallied
While competing-planes were freed.
Yet, as I looked around the cabin,
Sometime during all this stalling,
It was sadly evident to me
That far too many seats were free.
Then, after a late takeaway tea,
I turned on the New York T.V.,
And saw NASA staff acting like stars,
Re landing Pathfinder on Mars.
Yet, walking Manhattan the next day,
I saw tens with nowhere to stay,
And I wondered just how much housing,
For the poor, that space-wealth could bring.
(C) David Franks 2003
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