From: davidsands@yahoo.com   
      
   Karla wrote:   
      
   > Shooting Star*   
   >   
   > Houston hung on each garbled gasp,   
   > ricochet after ricochet radared and radioed,   
   > a shoot out in a far away cosmic corral.   
      
   a few fewer words: i felt your your breath   
   the structure of reality all through the night   
   every night   
   honesty has a way   
   of awakening   
      
      
   > Karla   
   >   
   > *Taken from today's writing topic, "You see a shooting star", from Judy   
   > Reeve's "A Writer's Book of Days"   
   >   
   > --------------------------------------   
      
      
   it shot right past me   
   i was asleep   
   but i dreamt of flying horses   
   and making love on a bed   
   of the undiscovered scores of bach   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)