Thursday, March 15, 2007


She sometimes sought the counsel
of the early stars
as evening was finding its place
above the houses. She stood
in the silence of the park
and listened for the guidance
of the silver lights that stepped out
one by one above her.
Sometimes her sorrow streamed
through her body like a lightless river,
but still she listened.
Occasionally someone would pass
on the walkway, or a wind
would wander near
on its way somewhere,
but still she focused
on her shining friends in the sky
and listened for advice.
Sometimes she sat for hours
as the stars spoke
of their immeasurable years
of peace and stillness
just over her head.

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