Last night
the moon was a lantern
held aloft by Orion
on his stately, ancient walk
across the sky.

In the glow to that lantern
this place was the Garden.

If I were Adam
you would be my Lilith and
I’d have no Eve.
We would stay content
knowing none would follow.

11-06-1998 – Herb Martyr CG, Chiricauhuas, AZ