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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4385 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Aria Charles Levenstein There are times when yearning subsides, a moment in the morning with only twittering birds for company, the sun is young and a slight breeze ripples Egyptian grass. Stillness is like a pool in which to swim, the air touches arm and forehead with the long hair of a dancer. Or times when small bouquets of roses adorn each room, tea roses, yellow roses, red roses hard as fingernail polish, parchment white roses, velvet and silk roses, roses weary after love, the hour not relevant, thick cotton sheets aside, the day not counted, Tuesday or Sunday, no matter, anytime. This is not about completion: the rent heart is not at issue, the missing sister is not missing. Once I sat at a concert in a palace in Gratz, bewildered by the exquisite lights, and imagined a life devoted to beauty. |
