"Stars"
Tumbling over and over
Base over crown
Ther world's a blur
Dry grass wet with dew
Black night poked to bits
Light shining through
The hill melted before us
Running
Farther
Farther
Pushing
Further
Further
Until
We
Reached
The Bottom.
We looked up
Ecstatic
Our feet were dripping
Wet with stars.
30 September 2002
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