Wednesday, July 02, 2008

2097.

At nightfall it was, with the blinking of the fireflies and the syncopated crack of the croquet mallets against the balls invisible in the dark grass.

2 comments:

washwords said...

wow. I love this. this one in particular but your whole blog, truly. I love the simplicity, the poetry, the whole concept. Thanks!

Geof Huth said...

My thanks, washwords.

Geof