Faded Houses Green

Aware of a wire stretching across the fire of Jonah’s brief desire, a leaf flattered the vanity of a platter of olives and cheese.

Bleu bells blew in the garden and rang in the new day at midnight of midsummer’s eve, even though the lever had not yet switched to the closed position, options being necessary for the calling of all cars and putting all putts into the blender of destiny. Congratulations are in order for the winner of the second annual what-have-you-done-for-me-lately contest of local contestants. Protozoas refused to play the first year for no particular reason, but their participation this second year promised to secure the permanence of the event in local lore. Fore! shouted the wire over the fire of justice–because desire had played out by that time of night.

But justice never sleeps–nor do bleu bell sharks in the depths of the sea of shining seas of Jonah’s dreams tonight.