It is said, in the southeastern climes of Portland, Earth that the Universe expanded unceasingly, unruffled by any Hubble hubris or mis-aligned reports pre-dating calendrical coordinates oscillating on, and at,  the cusp of months April and May.

Trailing recent redshifts, a number of persons had seen white-clad figures in the sky, at night…or had thought they had seen, an alarming sight in the sky, at night: a vast number of astronomically informed cabals cavorting.  Then a dispatch from distances unknown— platoons of astronomical objects marching in the sky, white suits, helmets gleaming and sounds sounding.

Similar accounts that this appearance was a mirage, an optical telegram from phantom powers.  Or phantom phone-tag under the auspices of a red semaphore tower.

That there may be space-hobos, wandering workers, earthly transience and from which reflections or shadows or broken spectres are sometimes cast — a procession that crossed the sun: red pulsing forms that moved, or that marched,  or were flung; — things or beings that seemed to march and flicker and fade out.

All unfurling, as This Owl flies, but a short distance from Foster Burger.