Multiracial dahlias smile in toothy grins amid the hot pink blushing snowballs in an autumnal bouquet pierced by wild poppies as the peaches lay in cobble streets and the last yellow squash hide within a chocolate cake. And all the while the grapes are furiously festering into wine.
As I sit and wonder how to pay the mortgage I think too of carpets curling as they dry on floors in New Orleans, Biloxi, elsewhere, where a roof stood useless against a nature much less giving.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
You mean there are flowers in a vase, right?
Jeez, Mark, I’m finally having some bursts of creativity and you shoot me down. Yes, there are flowers in a vase. Minimalistically speaking, that is.