Looking for the best PRICE, I wandered the gardening EVENT, distracted by the presence of so many STEEL rain barrels. Who on earth would buy that? And why hadn’t I bought one? Suddenly, my plastic one seemed ugly and passé.

Georg’ann

Worn, dry, crusty. Feeling STALE
as the bread I put in the toaster
last week and then forgot.
Lever never pushed, no
comforting toast retrieved.
Today you sit at the table.
Sipping chai, your STEEL blue
eyes find mine. Coating me
in cream, egg, sugar, and spice.
I become pudding in your gaze.

Heather