73-014 2-28-73 Rev 4-05-02 Two dreams of an Aerospace Engineer I The snow was bending the trees down. It was dark, but even so The messenger was brave And brought the package, A curious black box, incomplete. Behind him in her cape Came Lethe greeting us With smiles, passing amongst us Her drink saying "Oh yes, Christmas does bring happiness." Then she took aside two, Saying "I must let you go, The work has lessened, you know. You mustn't mind, think kindly of me. You can't buy happiness this one time." Her cape flew behind her. She withdrew Into the night, the two made mutter, Cursed, taking up the black box, The instructions, loose wires, Hunkered down to see what might be done. II We were in a large warm room Partitioned with wood and glass. A fat lady sat playing cards, Laughing "you eat the old witch," Howling like at the amusement park. She echoed over the desks And empty chairs "who dealt this hand?" Coffee perked awhile and was still. The wind from an open door Rustled papers, settling, to the floor. Three or four came in with heads bowed And were seated anxiously waiting (Shuffling cards clicked), Busily working their pens With their heads close to each page. A door banged closed and they froze, Awaiting her, click-click heels From down the aisle, cheerfully Singing her way to the office, Shrugging her cape off onto someone's desk. Lawrence