Fall came quickly that year,
like the sparkle of a jewel spun by an unseen stranger in
dim light. But when the scent of a glint first reached the nostrils
of
desire, there was wavering, and fear.
Now, within the parameters of
the summer of money; here,
brinking upon a winter of hot debt, a
deficit, a minus that still burns a hole
between the eyes of a child.
It fits into the palm of a giant.
