| Stars |
| The star on my desk sits among pennies, quarters, and one lone nickel, alone, like the star. Like the star, a keychain that lights. Lighted and alone, the star and the keychain. Like the star, a tin of Jelly Bellies, upon which rests a single, gold paperclip. Small, yet majestic. Near the star, Secure in companionship, a pile of bookmarks, bank deposit slips, pens, pencils and the odd one out, a protractor. Alone, like the star. My little star that sits, in close company with so many things, is somehow quiet, reserved, and alone. |