Sitting on the picnic tables or “smoking area,” along came
Adam. “Fancy meeting you here again,”
Eve said, in her head. But all she
managed to say was “are you new?” and “Welcome.” Adam’s disguise this time was
rail thin and he had nerdy 80’s glasses, you know the big round ones. His forehead wrinkled just the same so she
said hello in her off Standish way. The way she knew she was supposed in his presence. She walked in and walked out of the meeting quite
conspicuously, avoiding the confrontation of her very own heart melting years off
of pain…or should I say pain melted off the years when she saw him. He had the build but not the posture of Adam
that is how she knew it was him, in disguise.
This day was a shallow day and dreary and she sat alone and
pondered would there be sunshine again?
Would her unravel and dismay bring her so far into this labyrinth of
love that should would be trapped there and incessantly return to his
grasp. For would it be the next tomorrow
or the next, when he would come around to see her butterfly dance, coming from
the roundabout agony of defeat. Yet
never of course when we wish it as a child, that fairy Lee God father seems to
stub his toe while rounding out the gifted ones.
She shallows and appears to side glance him again, just as
she had with the old man Jack, for now she knows the soul inhabits for all and
all true north. it is we roundabout. She shredded
the evidence, because what is conquest, if it is not respected and consecrated
by both parties, assumedly the one Eve loved.
Assumedly the one Eve loved was even still on a walk about, drifting aimlessly
through the mire…head straight on whispering her digits to stop resounding in
his mind. Or the chance on fate he chose
not to take, for this century was the time.
For it was the last times…and they both knew. And they were to stay away, and so she knew
on this day that the 80’s dressed frail thin man, was there to check on
her. And that is why she could not
stay in the present. She had to go back…and
find seclusion…fare she well should that bottle tip sideways. Should it?