And for one moment
One perfect Autumn moment
I was glacial
Alive as the leaves burnt for the first time
In cathedrals of scarlet and amber

I pick up this exquisite structure
This unrepentant slap in the face of Entropy
This water that has run uphill
This thing of Earth which has been lifted . . .

I pick up this leaf
And fold it like hands in prayer
So that in the coming Darkness
I will know its fire
Near my heart . . .

Quixotic as ever

William C. Burns, Jr.

Be careful of the questions you ask
you might just get the real answer
Be careful of the wishes you make
they might just come to pass . . .