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.
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