DRINKING AT TWILIGHT By Susan Isla Tepper

What is your name

mercy see, mercy hear

trombones played poorly 

knock the summer

shattering twilight—

people on blankets 

go on drinking 

unaware—

You’ve come to expect 

violins, a trio, breezes 

dropping petals from

gnarled dogwoods—

sopranos long hair 

high above the clouds

drifting past the full moon

in triplicate:

All is matched and free; 

you don’t even care 

if tonight is the night 

somehow die you might.

Susan Isla Tepper is a twenty year writer in all genres. Her stage play "Crooked Heart" will be featured in Origin Theatre Company 'May Play Festival', NYC.