Etymology in the Morning

A stone cast from the sky by the gods
Landed in her garden next to a purple turtle
Because it was the only color
Of paint available at the time, not the stone,
Which was the color of a missed connection,
But the turtle which had been art and crafted
In bright kelly green and egg yellow,
Hideous amidst the spearmint, which even weedy,
Knew a gaudy neighbor when it saw one. Continue reading “Etymology in the Morning”