Seasoned Seas

The dishes are so dirty in the stream of fresh water. The minnows are queasy. Pure sunlight is coming up like a puppet over the dirty snowy hills and I am taking it easy. Bend the light with your left eye. Prism time. Dime in my shoe. Pure lettuce in the box tipping over the reel to reel canoe. That's what you show. Wet lentil smushed into the oak flooring and a tidal wave of flavor making itself unknown.