are visitors in these old rooms-
piano by the window, dust and black,
mountains by the window
sheets spread out their cipher.
sunlight on the cragged streams here,
the chill places where we played
spider brushes the
moth on the
through light years tonight-
Prelude to a Rose
lies the water – Good.
was blue water and a cadaver
laid violets on her breast in faith,
Sleeping Beauty wakes
loss is for the while,
Don Juan in the Desert
struggled to make it there
is nothing more
Jason Spear is a writer, translator and teacher of Anglophone Literature at the Cité Scolaire Internationale in Lyon, France. Recent and forthcoming publications include Agenda, Arsenic Lobster, The American Drivel Review, Barnwood, Cipher Journal, The Furnace Review, The Houston Literary Review and Verse Daily.