Report of a Visit to the Island
There are ferns and horseshoes. Wheelbarrows are laid on their sides. The zebras preen at the watering hole, while turtle doves step lightly on sand. It snows on Mondays, rains on Thursdays. Blue flames constantly light scattered torches. The maps show a mountain range but the land juts up as hills, small and large mounds covered with a moss, that when touched, rubs off in a powder.