arthur
arthur was born in a little town under a
pale and tired sky
the fields were the color of the sun
and the river was the color of the sky
arthur had a long neck
and his eyes were the color of the stones
in the bed of the slowly moving river
the windmills were red
the pale red of the blood of the holy
innocents
arthur sat in the back of the schoolroom
with the older children
because of his long neck he saw farther
than the other children
his long eyes looked into those of the
bugs crawling up his pants
he heard music in their desperate
scratchings
and knew that everything was connected
in a poem without words
in a symphony without notes
only colors
there were animals in the colors
animals that existed no where else
arthur went for long walks along the
river
sometimes he heard shouting in the
distance
one day he met louis
known as "the louse"
louis had never been to school
and poled a barge that carried passengers
along the river
mostly old women taking their pigs and
chickens to market
every pig and chicken had a different
color
and had its own story to tell
arthur listened to them all
until one day he saw a young woman
walking along the river bank
she had long hair the color of the story
of king arthur
and eyes the color of the story of joan
of arc
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arthur did not care much for human
stories
preferring the stories of pigs and
chickens and goats and cows
which blended with the sky
unlike the stories of humans
which were solid like rocks or beetles
or at best like clouds
louis the louse pointed out the young
woman to arthur
and said "there goes genevieve"
the next day arthur arrived late at the
riverbank
louis had already pushed the barge into
the center of the river
he waved to arthur and arthur waved back
arthur walked along until he saw
genevieve approach
this time she was not alone
but had a black dog with her
the biggest dog arthur had ever seen
the dog growled at arthur
and genevieve passed him by
without speaking
or taking any notice of his existence
arthur felt sadness for the first time
he sat and watched the river flow
one drop of water at a time
each with its own color
until the sun went down
that night he slept in an abandoned barn
and in the morning he left for paris
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