I’ll bet you’d be//
as amazed as I at a stingray skeleton,/
cartilaginous and regal.
4.06
Galactic Collisions, Quiet Acres on Mars
He took off his L.L. Bean packable hat, leaned backward, and pointed straight up as if indicating something beyond either vision or imagination–possibly just some passing satellite.
Mrs. Juhle
Her feet were cold, even in her sheepskin lined slippers, but they had been that way since the last of October.