Look… Don’t Touch

“She was illusive. She was today.
She was tomorrow.
She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower,
the flitting shadow of an elf owl.
We did not know what to make of her.
In our minds we tried to pin her to a corkboard
like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through
and away she flew.”

Jerry Spinelli about ‘Stargirl’