Friday Florilegium

Ideas are clean.

They soar in the serene supernal.

I can take them out and look at them,

they fit in a book, they lead me down that narrow way.

And in the morning they are there.

Ideas are straight.


But the world is round,

and a messy mortal is my friend.


Come walk with me in the mud.


-Hugh Prather, Notes to Myself


And for another Friday literary bouquet, join Kimberlee Conway Ireton at her blog.