Olstein creates a contemplative slow pace, a stop almost--catching the night shadow cast by a pale star. I know that quiet. She reminds me to appreciate the beauty of life and nature, which city life can negate. I want to head for the hills, find my Walden Pond.
"Night through watery light. People step out at a certain hour." Oh, what a line! What imagery! Olstein, you have high promises for a great poet
What a celebration!