The magnet in each seed of the green pepper kept her flying, floating toward memories that throb like clustered stars: the dark water laugh...

The magnet in each seed of the green pepper kept her flying, floating toward memories that throb like clustered stars: the dark water laughter of ducks, a tangle of November oaks, toward sudden music on a wheel of brilliant dust where like a moon she must leap back and forth from emptiness.

surrealism Salvador Dali matte background melting oil on canvas