It was a curtain rod.
Later, on the sidewalk, a hummingbird wing sparkled, a jewel in the sun.
It was a candy wrapper.
Most exciting of all, there was the wild boar as big as a garbage truck rooting up the ground outside the Museum of Natural History.
Alas, it proved a fallen oak.
Was it a magical day, the kind you have sometimes as a kid?
Or just an acid flashback?
3 comments:
Sounds like poor eyesight + good imagination. I get that sometimes.
Claudia,
An absolutely wonderful post.
Thank you for your magical eyesight -- reminiscent of James Thurber seeing a marmalade cat rolling across a street before he realized it was a discarded paper bag.
Count me in; I love this one too!
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