She was
e l
u s i v e .
She was
t o d a y
.
She was
t o m o r r o w
.
She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow
of an
e l f o
w l .
w e d i d n o t k n o w
w h a t t o m a k e
o f h e r .
In our minds we tried to pin her to a corkboard like a
butterfly,
but the pin merely went through and
a w a y s h e f l e w
.
(Stargirl) Jerry
Spinelli
