Can you hear that yellow bird singing to roses, wooing them to life? Can you see the roses beckoning words to bloom?
Can you see the roses seeing themselves as an abstract?
Now, picture a salad. Perhaps, with tomatoes and fava beens, mint, roasted yellow & orange peppers, feta. And, of course, arugula. A mountain of arugula. Enough arugula to inspire a haiku. Imagine.
|desiccated roses seeing themselves -- abstractly|