The crayon paints like wax, melting in the September sun.
Large black crows, the size of small dogs, patrol the dew-draped yard.
A helicopter whirs over the fairgrounds, the fireworks over until July.
MP3 random play strings together Aimee Mann, Led Zeppelin and Beth Orton.
A yellow jacket and a dragonfly skitter low to the ground.
And the crayon paints like wax, melting in the September sun.
That's a good picture.
Posted by: Scott | September 24, 2007 at 11:31 PM
Well, you know, Scott, you bring out the crayon inspiration in me.
Posted by: Dan | September 24, 2007 at 11:35 PM
Nice! I find crayons to be inspiring. As you know, my youngest daughter is named Sienna.
Posted by: Scott | September 25, 2007 at 02:21 AM