Post the link to your blogged slice to schoology.com before class on Friday.
I am thinking - I don't know what, looking into my brain to latch onto a thread of meaning. And I think of you, wise grasshopper, who was there in a camouflage of repetition and fullness colors like wheat bread. The cliche "plain sight" where I was surprised that you'd apparently been sitting still the whole time I slowed my car, put it in reverse, hoping with the right side of my brain that no one was happening to come down this rural, deserted, pot-hole pocked road as I drove backwards towards the sight of mustard-yellow, nacho cheese-orange dried corn kernels stuck out of the brittle leaves, hollowed and shrunken like people's bottom teeth; a separate muff of knotted yarn tassels sit askew like the hair of a once-loved doll, exhaling life like a tired pom-pom. And you, grasshopper, remind me of the elegant clay of James and the Giant Peach from 1996 or 1997.