Star-Struck in Dallas, Just Not By the Right Kind of Stars
by Mallary Tenore Tarpley
I keep seeing stars. They’re everywhere in Dallas — on flags, ceilings, floors, doorknobs and door hinges.
But good luck finding one in the sky.
Now, I’m sure Dallas does have stars, but I didn’t see any tonight. While sitting on the stairs outside the house I’m staying in, I looked up and saw a black canvas painted across a starless city sky. I wanted to see a sky of glow-in-the-dark treasures, wanted to look up and gaze at them from my stoop. But blackness alone stared back at me.
Amidst all the glitz and glamour of cities, where movie stars come out to play, the most beautiful stars of all seep into secrecy. The city lights disguise them, and all you’re left with are the lights from an airplane, a skyscraper or a blinding billboard.
I suppose the lone, imitation stars I see in Dallas will have to do for now. In the meantime, I’ll keep gazing and hoping for a real star.