Xanadu
 

The fairies in the grass fly gently through my garden. Their brilliance seldomly gracing me. In times past, I’d beckon them close, whisper my wishes, fill my cheeks, and  puff a billowing wind, sending them away. They carried my lead confessions  upon lace wings. Watching them soar, I often wondered what fate they would bestow  upon my leather skin. Those little fairies of red and black will one day become nothing more than pests to me. But for now, allow me to imagine some d