8/12/2012
…and, with haste, the Diplomats
scrambled together over the splintered wooden cloisters that lay in a idle, higgledy-piggledy manner, where they had fallen.
“No meditation today”, said Diplomat 1 to Diplomat 4.
“No, indeed!”, retorted Diplomat 2, a little too vehemently.
…and the locusts sang.
Tony Chapman-Art Music Writing 