Utopia

Ron Koppelberger

Utopia

The approval of nimbus and rainbows, sunshine and cool destinies of rain knew the due of Eden and the moment that willful blessings of perfection united the wandering magic of love and light. A blazing escape to the fountain of accident and youth, the parable of forward betrothal. There, the future of Putnam York was amended to margaritas and immigrant rays of sunglow. He was balanced by depths of shallow and endless evanescence.
A dollar for scents and perfumes, a penny for a smile in lace. Putnam had found Eden in rages of bikini clad beauties and the gentle caress of ocean innocence.
He had found a constant in the maelstrom of shows and missions in solicitous tact , in the discretion of realms in divine shadow and warm thrill. He encouraged the Margarita as he took the paper umbrella and stirred the mix. Sleep overtook him and when he awoke he was in the midst of saffron and amber, wheat and allure, sunglow harvest and warm dusty blossoms that sprouted between the rows of wheat bloom. The day lasted a season and the twilight tide frayed the azure heavens with scarlet and gold tendrils. As it is for the lucky few he had found saffron dreams in the clutch of Eden.