Across the street, I saw you salute
A member of your crew, Gene Hackman.
The Harlem crosswalk your red carpet,
A woman beside you your attendant,
You spoke words I could not hear.
'Is it really you? ' I thought aloud,
Recalling Lex Luthor, and Unforgiven.
'Oh yes, it is you: Gene Hackman! '
I told my students beside me,
And I told my colleagues too.
I pointed like a child in a zoo saying,
'Gene Hackman —
'Look, there! '
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