Carol Wiebe

Do you want to see my starfish? the small boy exulted, flauntinghis treasure before usand everyone else on the beach.We smiled and paid himour attention    butcan anyone own a starfish(or a husband or a child)?We brandish our birthcertificates and fileour contracts, but all we really haveis our own being and a few chancesto fathom the depth of that oceanbefore the last tidegoes out. What we want won’t matter, then, and even our prized craniums will deposittheir contents on th