TheKlaw
Its green stalk stretched, reached, grasped for the sky
Its leaves unfurled
Its fruit ripened
The young boy became a man.
Again with the salesman. Again and again and again he came to town. What business did he have here anymore? he had already swindled the various buffoons who loitered about his wares. I detested the man; worse, he disgusted me. His eyebrows were the most deleterious part of him; gargantuan and bushy, they dipped up and down and this way and that way as though an undulating furry snake sat upon his brow.