Mike, I didn't manage to read this thread until this morning. Returning to the original event, congratulations. 73-025 With Topgallants Full Beneath crumbling pink clouds We saw through blistered glass The air filled with our approach As we tiptoed in Under the wrinkly white glare Of yellowed ivory elephants And varnished brown Chinese Miniature men of war, With spear tips preternaturally Sharp, but gentle and delicate. We saw a ship, framed On a wall Where even the top sails Were full. We raced The sea waves in mid ocean Beneath pink crumbling clouds.