I caught a glimpse
or was it a shadow?
In the corner of my eye
I thought I saw
a Blue and Gold blur.
But perhaps it was
only the golden sun setting
on the Berkeley Blue Bay.
Or maybe it was
a bright big game banner of
a generation ago.
That would explain the slight
red tinge of the blur
and the axe.
Surely, my knitting must stop
and check the direction of the blade.
But I saw something
and it was there.
I know, I think and maybe,
but I saw the something.
I come from old mountain men.
Our eyesight is especially good.
We never miss a sighting so
I have to think it was our elusive F T E.
It had been here
because I see the spoor.
I have the plaster casting
and a witness
who saw the F T E go this away.
I know Robert
would like this FTE stew
or a bit of cash
maybe even both.
Jon cares not
what it is
so long as
it was raised
in the Harvard Yard.