© 2008
I gazed upon a twinkling star one night
Wishing I had a telescope
It seemed to be alive
As it bounced and wiggled
Flashing from stark white to fiery red
Transfixed, I was unable to sleep
As my mind explored its existence
The star was suspended in the black
Yet constantly insisted on dancing
I watched and waited for it
To rocket across the sky
But as anxious as it was it remained
A still life in motion
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