My shooting star
A fraction of a second Lighted my shooting star While crossed from west to east One of my nights
Ephemeral Almost unnoticed Only for few ones Important
That’s my point Shooting stars’ and Human’s time scales Are ridiculously small
Shooting stars belong To the first who see them And is customary To ask for a desire
So please little flash Give me more lighting time Or more light Or at least more time
VABM October 27, 2009