Spatula

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Spatula in space

Burned up in the atmosphere

A sleet of fast-moving stuff

A piece of space debris

Twenty minutes and forty-five seconds away

Monitor the approach

The stuff that we can’t see will miss us

Guided safely into the ocean

Some will end up on land

It is normal to cry when looking up

A sense of being overwhelmed

Antennas waggling not in the wind

A signal too weak to be seen