Today, she will go for a walk and in her minds's eye see those tulips on the side table waiting for her return. She wants you to know about tulips. Those mirrors into the kindest places within us. Grasp the tulip's center, and you will gasp in awe. As her grandmother reminded her, "To see is to edit. And remember: eat your greens; stay with the magic of the spiral." Grandmother was one wise, nasty woman. And tulips are sexy beyond compare.
Intuition 2
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always watching behind her
for an echo of the warnings
ironed shirts a refuge
shined shoes
which lined up form a weapon--
no recourse for the poor boy
who scuffs his way through the door