Little girl under the stars

The adolescent's gaze flits 

over the transforming canopy

seeking the evening’s first treasure

between the taunting shadows of pine needle and billowing cloud. 
“Star li---” 
The flickering light of a distant aircraft. 
Linus in the Pumpkin Patch earnestness keeps her searching 
sapphired skies 

“Starlights tarbright firstarIseetonightI wishImayIwishImightI getthewish 
Iwishtonight. . .” 

Sirius eyes her unwinkingly, 
sagely accepting the petition.

“whenIgrowup IwishIcould liveinabigcity.”

Her longing has flittered up in the darkness 

and she catches her breath

anxiously hoping...

waiting...

longing...