Author: Stephen J. Williams

Color-changed and juices spent your average tree 
abandons hope of saving its riches and begins 
a fall that resembles economic collapse. One thing 
leads to another. Moisture accumulating in the sky … 
A boulder balancing against gravity over 
the mountain path … An old gasket no longer 
able to hold its own for the safety of a cook … 
The moment arrives like a mob in the street. Some 
sweet souls just want to kiss the new year in
and others have an urge to kill. The monkey's 
grip lets go. Everyone is soaking wet with ‘love.’ 
Music scores are marked crescendo. A Tolstoyan 
force of history relieves us of responsibility 
for the deaths of shopkeepers and of friends 
before the final peace sets in, the end of ends.