June 25, 2011
The horizon falls, and rises
What she calls hills, tidal waves on a sea of land.

Her silhouette casts a long shadow upon the dewy earth.
An eclipse.

The breeze drifts by, upsetting young leaves on ancient trees,
Autonomous of the demands of reality
Like she is.

A slip, a slip of my pen and nothing more!
She cried, chasing the present with a
Pen in one hand
And a daisy in the other.

A snake glides between her feet, over her toes,
Through her fingers and her summer dress
That falls so beautifully off her shoulders.

The Sun illuminates the former darkness
Rushing in uninvited and unwanted.

She holds up a leaf to the light to inspect it.
She believes it to be beautiful.

The day broke
And the Sun is high in the sky.

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