Summer's Evening

Summer's Evening

There are pink elephants playing in the cornflowers. And under their green sentinels, Apollo painted all the houses gold. Pink tails chase through the fields, dark-cloaked Nyx riding out of the East in swift pursuit, as one by one Apollo gilds them, and they blush at Nyx's approach and flee.

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For the record, I never actually meant for this to be a poem. A friend of mine called it such, and I guess I don't completely disagree. You be the judge. Either way, it was a lovely evening.