We all want to see the Sun. It just fell down in the front yard. I saw it coming down, like an overripe cantaloupe, staining the sky with sticky, succulent golden juices.
Tag: remembrance of things imperfect
REMEMBRANCE OF THINGS IMPERFECT_Mercury
It is the beginning of a mild spring evening.I am running down the stairs,quickly and excitedly,with my neighbours following me.We all want to see Mercury.It just fell down in the front yard.There it is,lying on the ground,crushing the mail boxes it landed on.It looks forlorn and lost,like a teacher’s petdeprived of attention,no longer firstin Sun’s …