that sliver of light shone on her face
like the glow of a moon
that peers through the clouds
like a ripening fruit
that threatens to burst
like a reptile squashed on a road
that turns safely into the horizon
like the curve of belly dives into the undersized shorts of an earlier summer
that lingers
like an elephant’s trunk searching for treats
that are scattered judiciously
like the very last pinch of some heirloom seeds
that providence thrusts into her barren world
like a promissory note
that carries a thousand answers coded in etchings so intricate
like the footprints of ants dragging sugar cubes up tired slopes
that rest on the resting
like the order of orderly things
//ends
2 comments:
Great composition - good luck with the rest of the month.
Thanks, Mum.
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