would be needed

midafternoon

has proven impossible

    to distillate on anything at all…

    save the indiscriminate remembrances

      of moments…

where spirits

   became perceptibly bright

where librettos slinked

    through fissures in composure

 and glances met with  gasp for air

only now,  such excursions

   seem foolhardy upon appraisal

and yet

were i permitted to relive

    a single of such moments…

not a moment’s consideration

would be needed

~csr