One hundred and three years old today. <br />Her silver beard of a single hair stretches <br />from chin to floor. <br /> <br /> <br />The fruit of Poseidon's rape of Cynthia. <br />Her lovers have included Cleopatra, <br />Hercules, Frieda Kahlo, and the god Pan. <br /> <br /> <br />In the dark, fetid gloom of <br />her basement apartment, <br />her belly stretches and ripens <br />with each passing day. <br /> <br /> <br />She awaits the miracle <br />promised by Pan: <br />the birth of Earth's second moon. <br /> <br /> <br />A moon eternally full, <br />the moon of limitless <br />possibility, a moon visible <br />only to hearts shorn of shadows.<br /><br />David Kowalczyk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/paladin-dreams-the-muse-of-tarzana-california/
