I stand
I stand upon a hill
The moon above
The wind below
I look to the sky
To the shining stars
To the blackness there
They shine bright
But no warmth
Do they hold
For me
I know not
What I seek
As I watch
The stars
Slide past through the night
-Kendra Erickson-
Spring Semester of '98

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