The wind has toppled the telescopeLaura writes both poetry and fiction, and two of her novels have been made into feature films. "My beautiful soul" ends with the purest paradoxical thought:
over onto the lawn:
So much for stars.
Your brief shot at the universe, gone.
Thank you, thank you, bless you, beautiful
lady with your beautiful soul. . .
It is as if I have tossed a postcard
of the ocean into the ocean.
My stupid dollar, my beautiful soul.2 of 30. Happy April!