Shooting Stars
Lewis, Steven
Steven Lewis Shooting Stars This blue morning on the drive to Norfolk, I passed a bread truck and thought of the nothingness of death. This dark blue evening we lay on our backs on the cottage...
...When meteors blaze and streak we ooh and ahh as if we've done something right and have been rewarded.een rewarded...
...This dark blue evening we lay on our backs on the cottage roof and watched for shooting stars, the sky as vast and glittery as Pamlico Sound when the sun sets orange...
Vol. 123 • August 1996 • No. 14
