the_last_stars_were_still_visible blueberries the wounded prince of robin hill walks a silent line to the goat shed, two feet of fresh powder, virgin, yielding to his steps. he flicks on the first lights of morning and they throw shadows to the snow like companions to his solitary chores. the outdoor cats, peter and lemeieux, lick frozen water and complain, their breath as visible as the last stars. 020106 ... silent storm It is our last night together, and I lay in my bed. Alone. Crying. My sobs wake you, and you come to me. I loved you then. That night, the last stars were still visible. They were in your eyes. 020107 what's it to you? who go blather from