by Michael Penny
They are acts of fate;
travelling throws up its small gravel debris
and a star appears.
at the damage of these stars
you would never wish on.
They are distractions
things to see through
to the route you must follow
ignoring the other stars
that, for all you know, threw off
the solid particle air lifted from the road.
See them as gems set in your seeing,
their bright refraction a reward
for getting out into the world.
— from Juniper Volume 3, Issue 3