Illustration by James C. Hegedus
Hidden Altar-
-tucked-
Where sprites bristle with Eve
and flow freely
No one considered
the ritual
no one thought it up-
out of book and prayer
twinned with time
came free spirits...
Tiny silken moth
fluttering by
accidentally brushes
the heart...
...light passes
and Eve listens
to lost Romeo
or Aristotle
or Cain
with same forgiving ear...
So the falling trees
can accept their fate
for one more day.
-Brett Brdas
I am waiting for Diana to come up in the elevator so we can go dining and wineing at Amaranth on E 63 ed street, around the corner.