King Turtle and the Perfect Mother 

It was a sight fewer than King Turtle imagined had ever managed to see, those off-white and pink-tinted tender blossoms, and him only after years of ensuring he slept the winter sleep in the shallows, and more often than not even then he woke to that silent blizzard that comes on the tips of the first green leaves cut out against the blue sky and passing clouds above, unlike this year of fortune as King Turtle opened his eyes just in time to see the last blossoms stretch into that vast oblivion and the first to fall under the growing weight of the sun’s caress, and there in that moment he knew the true definition–intangible and infallible–of the mother’s perfection.

(dtn)

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2 responses to “King Turtle and the Perfect Mother 

  1. Blaine

    Perfection, David. Perfection
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