Every object is more than its use. Think of a bike and the many miles each one travels. Even in the store before they are bought, a bike dreams of the journey. But how like a flower is the bike. Pedal to petal. Words, salads & dreams -- that's the journey. A bit of sun here and there, too. A spot of rain. One needs water, you know.
Recollecting Brings Them
ReplyDeleteThe questions you ask do not inconvenience me. I've stared at the trees long enough. Cameras recalled the power, giving over the little they know.
the instant it hits you there is a gorgeous remembering, long trains where you used to wander.