aosid's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - the perseids (son of perseus, mind you) leapt out of their father into a blackish field still sullied more by the sun than by the city. for a few minutes i had worried over where to look (the silly hero is so hard to find) but, as luck and your missive's timing would have it, he gave himself up after hardly two seconds. odd, hidden, rootish shape, the man: never as striking as the vain queen or the dragon or that other hero, the one everyone knows. but perseus was surely there, and he was surely shrugging flitting light for me. and that was a strange thought. a friend not three feet away missed ember dance after spark reel. but eager distant pupils sought them and found them as i did (exactly as i did, crumbs of a millisecond notwithstanding). and that was what i wanted from the evening. that and a ride on the ferris wheel, with a secret shared at the blinding top of a humble august. but that is a pipe dream these nights. 4:56 a.m. - 2011-08-13 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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