Wherever the last beautiful day in Eden went is where the antelope played in the jaws of the serpent. The red bird lighted on the orb and poisoned the waters and visited death upon the serpent and its seed and told us to get the heck outta Dodge because the hour is near, and it is here, when the snow will fall on the reluctant grass eager to stem the tide of green, waiting, hoping soon to blanket the land with icy dew.
9 October 2009
Old Zionsville, PA, USA
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