Faded Houses Green

Cantilevered promises beguiled even the most forthright of the sad sack of ornamental ornaments, a vase Keats mistook for an urn.

Designed to do even better than before, languid flits of fairy dust changed the course of Grecian history, proving you can’t step into the same flow of history twice–whether or not you quoted correctly or precisely. Precision had nothing to do with how long it takes to get from point A to point B, but why you would ever want to get to point B, I’ll never know. I’ve never seen it on a map, but then my maps are nothing like you’ve ever seen. Been gone so long I wondered what Penelope might be up to, and I began to wonder if it was wise to leave loyal Patroclus in charge. Someone said it might have saved his life–keeping him from the camp of that scamp Achilles.

Penelope said it saved her honor, but that’s not what Homer and his friends said about her cantilevered promises.