by Rhonda Melanson
They perch, Rodin-like across from each other,
discourse ensues- parable, theory,
theory, parable:
tell me if you’ve heard the one about the
computer getting a reboot?
were you aware that water and wine
mixed together is not the solution?
They concede, settling for a recalibration
of traditional wine, sipping
without acrimony
for they know that one hundred proof
will render them mortal.
So together at night fall,
they search for new stars. Constellations
that connect everything, including safe spaces
for dark holes.
— from Juniper Volume 2, Issue 1