elizabeth’s day The galaxies assemble slowly in the greying winter sky, and evening-jewel Venus, holy to the Romans, glows nearby. Two lesbians converse, reflecting on their hiding-years, dissecting youthful dreams of love long past. Bird watchers pause to watch the last birds roost. A homeless man seeks shelter hidden safely out of sight of strangers prowling late at night. A wild-haired girl runs helter-skelter shouting at the passing cars, and clouds roll in to snuff out stars. Norm Neill