Thursday, June 30, 2005

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.


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.


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