Max couldn't wait,
It was coming on the morning,
The greatest show off Earth these days.
He was all ready,
Got the specs from a friend,
Cheesey paper hot to hand,
Lawn chair in the driveway.
Like a strange throwback to the 1950's,
Max bug-eyed the sun,
Holding onto reality for dear life,
A lonely geek planted on the concrete.
His namesake hit it at sixty percent,
Max Eclipse watched the max eclipse,
Of the Sun,
Just like in the Carly Simon song,
Without any of the vanity.
2017 should be a good year.
By: Daniel A. Stafford