All her hours were yellow sands,
Blown in foolish whorls and tassels;
Slipping warmly through her hands;
Patted into little castles.Shiny day on shiny day
Tumbled in a rainbow clutter,
As she flipped them all away,
Sent them spinning down the gutter.Leave for her a red young rose,
Go your way, and save your pity;
She is happy, for she knows
That her dust is very pretty.--Dorothy Parker
rainbowclutter.net is a personal project site, belonging to Mhari. The actual projects will be along shortly.