smoldering on air as in the jeweler’s shop windows the diamonded up serpents come to life . . . a nest of them each with a forked ruby tongue spitting fire . . . writhing as people on the sidewalk stand and stare . . . oh no . . . one squeezing through the cracks of its glass prison and then another . . . bigger they are getting too . . ..tall as the shadow of the tallest tree across in the park . . . .. better run . . . no . . . starting to catch up, a dog caught at the end of its leash and a final leap of molten rubies as its owner disappears into a emeralded up mist. . .
my fall series post for today over on my Substack and free to view. Please scroll down to the end to see everything including this image:
