Sunday, July 12th. 2020
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His wiry dress billowed in flight, sparks were flying when he sailed the skies with high speed.
Every spark and streak meteor like, too many to make a wish for each.
I certainly tried to make as many as I could, all uttered with great confidence. I was enchanted with this spectacle. My nights were flown in bliss.
I waited.
One night as I was scouring the skies, almost ready to take my usual flight, a moonless night,
a soft swoosh at my left, he landed next to me. His big dress swaying softly, like naked branches
in a breeze. Every now and then producing a spark.
He showed me a little jar, opened it carefully, fingers dipped in to give me a taste.
Let me taste, I’d like to try.
He smiled and dropped the little jar, no, not for you my dear.
Sulphur and Cadmium, that is what it is, essential to my life and a little toxic, he said.
Sulphur and Cadmium, in the most beautiful yellows I have seen.
I might taste the yellows some day.
