I experienced a chance encounter with two people
On my walkabout by the lands near Mount Helicon.
I was silent and at first
They did not hear me
Or acknowledge my presence.
I drew closer
Pulled by a kind of gravity
To their whispered conversation
One I could not hear
With my mortal ears
Or at least at first
When by Jove in the next moment
I could make out every word
Even from a good distance:
“He thinks we cannot hear him
And does not know who we are.”
Said the one on the left
With brown and golden hair
With dappled pink.
“You are right, dear sister,
Let us have some fun with him.”
Said the one on the right
With flowing hair of silver flax
And strips of the pink blush of dawn.
And in t...