consider, Janet Anderson, oil and acrylic on canvas A pine wooden box sits on my sister Sarah’s window sill. If I flipped it on its face, my rose-casted gold earrings and a stack of silver bangles might squeeze inside. Treasures I inherited after my grandmother died. But this box isn’t for holding. It stands upright with a painted pink-petaled flower print glossing the front.
Sarah prefers it in portrait view. The flower at the top. I rotate it to landscape and notice the green buds shooting upward. Their almond-shaped heads fill the background, a mix of hard, soft, and fuchsia-cracked. Each one a promise of a flower to come.
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Chavon BarryChavon is a new writer from Victoria, British Columbia. She wrestles with simple answers and is learning to listen, to be still with God. Archives
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