An unlikely place I spotted a shooting star,
never seen one in my life but I am damn sure of what I saw.

Not a splendid display of flying lights,
but a quiet telling of one fallen rock.

Old wives' tale of a fallen star,
I made a wish not out of it,
but a silent prayer I weaved moments before.

I laid my confused mind on the dewy grass,
then my eyes fooled me not, for I am damn sure of what I saw.

A sign I cannot deny,
its meaning I cannot discern.

I swirled my scarlet juice in its Bordeaux glass,
and uttered a simple cuss.

Why bother with the syntax of things,
for I am damn sure of what I've saw.

--- Angie, 13 April 2008