Illiteral

"Do you think I'm more the hue or the line?" she said. He thought for a few seconds and then replied, "I've always thought of you, like the bread and the wine" "The idea is more of a mosaic, the picture as a whole, how it all fits together, and how it's framed." she said, - "Bill, this is not something just for consumption" He thought, "I thought the question might be my compunction" Yet, he steadfast, continued on "How about the chef's apron? Does that only exist to satiate the assumption? ...and the bridge that we took, to get us here? Do the feet devour the lane that they walk? Do the words consume the tongue with their talk? Does the dew, that made the grass grew - decrease its meaning as it evaporates? Does the bread not fill the lives that it sates? For a protracted time she thought - then said "The mind is awash with images to slake ... but which one holds water?" "Oh - definitely, you are the crystal goblet" he replied. © Goode Guy 2013-08-04 for Larhue's "What You Are": for the Charles Taylor Arts Center ekphrastic poetry event 2013-08-11 with MUCH thanks and admiration for Billy Collins' poem Litany.