“Precarious, life is. A flying leap. A sweep of hand. A star flung across the night. A lucky catch in this whirling juggling circus act.From Steam Drills, Treadmills, and Shooting Stars”
“A star shoots bleeding across the skyline, a companion to the black wind. Silence comes sweeping across everything.”
“This time of night, the sky was flung wide open, stars spread like a story across the horizon.”
“He was like a shooting star you tried to catch with your hands. She would only get burned.”
“the dank night is sweeping down from the skyand the setting stars incline our heads to sleep.”
“Shooting stars are not stars at all. They re just rocks that enter the atmosphere and catch fire under friction. What we wish on when we see one is only a trail of debris.”