___A___
shooting
/st ar\
||
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—
———
// We all \\
suffered a gash
from sea to gulf,
a too bright streak
across morning sky.
A brilliant shooting
star which could only
evoke horror — and a
wish that what it was...
was not what all feared.
Bright Columbia, first
of her kind to continue
bridging a world to our
future arching above, to
keep touching space and
glide home to soar another
clear day. She returned one
last time... as jagged tears....
Seven stars, the pride of many,
lost so suddenly in such plain sight.
We search for the reason, some meaning,
while remembering those the world has lost.
We dream, stride forward, sometimes stumbling into
horror... yet will yearn to fly again, as seven fine people
loved in life. Let us always remember them, and comfort those
left behind. We all grieve for those who have slipped from us.
——— _____ Keep looking to _____ ———
the heavens —
never forgetting
their dreams... of
touching the far
s
t
a
r
s
.
David
Welle
2003