The inherent inside color of spring-like green. Then, their inherent butteriness. From the exterior, this startles. A positive startle. Poems can be like that -- unexpected interior from a seemingly-knowable exterior.
What then is the interior of a poem, you ask?
Keep asking.
Clarity had long since failed to intrigue him
ReplyDeletealthough it seemed to be necessary in daily life
Should he cancel the credit cards, or turn back now? After all, there were clues to pursue, true?