Glads are showy flowers but their beauty is straightforward take-it-in. Drawn right to the center. Like the seeds of a tomato. Like particular words in a poem. But which ones? Remember, seeds are verbs and a tomato is a fruit. Why not mix up a metaphor every week or so.
Did her head turn and dispute the sullen waves?
ReplyDeleteWhy don't we forgive, it's time, and the breeze is fresh, iced, forgone.