This reflection began (of course) with the first line. I thought I knew where it was going. I didn*t. It seemed to want to be something else. Who knew?
Metaphors go only so far
Before their limits are reached.
Still
There is hope they may take us further
Than simple explanation,
Plain vanilla words,
No pictures involved.
I prefer the kind
With dark vanilla bean specks,
Rich flavor,
The kind which allows my mind
To wander through the categories,
Re-sort items
Into new Fiestaware dishes,
All different colors,
Apply the perfect hot fudge topping,
Whipped cream,
A sprinkle of chopped nuts (assorted),
And a definitive
Maraschino cherry
On top.
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