Monday, August 19, 2013


Fall mornings like this
conjure up the hand
of Helios. I see
the great sun god himself,
patting the flanks of his horses
with affectionate fire,
offering one last word
of advice to Phaƫton,
before the eager boy
takes off in his chariot,
and loses control of the day,
the night, the entire sky.

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