31 January 2013
She was elusive.
She was today.
She was tomorrow.
She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower,
The flitting shadow of an elf owl.
We did not know what to make of her.
In our minds we tried to pin her to a cork board like a butterfly,
But the pin merely went through her
And she flew away...
Stargirl's a ᏴᏌᎿᎿᎬᎡFᏞᎩ • Opuss № I