Come, angels, shine
down the chrome forks
of your wingéd chariots.
Today we take the baddest
trip, ride the two-lane
blacktop side-by-side
with Captain America.
From the age of gold
comes a crowd of one,
each a study in scatty,
nimble as a gang of fleas,
stealing the scenes
before you even knew
they were gone.
Read about Sheila Steafel here
Your beloved stories,
the known and unknown,
must be written again.
Rest in power, glory
in what you made your own:
the humanity of the pen.
Read about Toni Morrison here
Legends demand posterity,
a living camera to frame
genius beyond celebrity.
Broadway, Monterey, Eternity,
finally, a direction home.
Read about D. A. Pennebaker here