Narcissus Looks Again
March 11, 2015
The pond was deeper than expected, a giant footprint stamped into the earth. It was home to a fifty-pound ghost koi called Persephone. Music became silence, became music again. Moonlight shone on the tiles. Persephone broke the water with her tail. Now gaunt and middle-aged, I saw the moon glint on water like a ten pence coin, miles down, and […]