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Entrance Into the Garden of Eden An Exit Oft Repeated In Four Acts

Entrance into the Garden of Eden An Exit Oft Repeated in Four Acts By Sy Roth Act 1—Somnolence Smells of winter tickle a warm sun. Crisp air, Red, brown and yellow leaves, Thrust the trees aside for their impending sleep. They all come to the dance brushed Content to revel in the gift of a cool early morning, The commuter moms wave queenly to their spouses The kindergartners snuggle at their mothers’ thighs The yellow buses creep along the streets like multi-legged caterpillars. They all bend their knees With uplifted arms They stretch in a free-day yoga plie. The balance of warm sun and falling leaves, Comforts them into a somnolent sleep Cats resting on windowsills dreaming of nothing But belly rubs when they awake And the mothers remind themselves of the need for toothpaste at the local CVS, While they ignore morning headlines that shout of a fiscal-cliff fall. Act II—The Awakening Asp Miles away a mother dies in bed alone. Her dreams lay in bloody splatters on her morning pillow, The house bellows silence afterwards. Task one, a bloody heap of compensation for their silence. He prepares to meet the crisp morning also, To grab the low-lying fruit which hangs lusciously ripe in his mind, Green fruit of the loin Slathering beast of his senses Giving way to knowledge. The asp in his frozen garden sibilates silent messages He happily complies, Runs his tongue over his sandpaper rough teeth, A fava-bean violence rests in the venomous one Spits his triumph at the world. Acts III—The crossroads meet Garden of wishful dreams meets at 9:30 a.m. Sounds of enthusiasm settle in in the lush green garden. The air like a popped balloon Is eaten by gunshots and screams. A boy reacts in fear, in Room 303, and She comforts him Shoos the ghost from the room, but it is insistent. She hugs the boy closer, Trigger pulled, She brings him closer, Conjoined twins in their new hell. Act IV—Finality He leaves for other gardens, Remain in a loving embrace All dreams flop flaccid to the floor.

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