We count shooting stars. Put them in a jar under a hillbilly moon.
**After beginning the American Sentence postings. I quickly discovered that almost any of these can easily be turned into a longer, maybe more meaningful work or simply given a title–like North Beach Poker. American Sentences have become a switch that turns on the light–an internal brain storm–something needed during the craziness of National Poetry Month. Saving Shooting Stars is one such poem which went from an American Sentence to a Haiku Sonnet to this. Thanks for reading.