Ordinary language is all right.
One could divide humanity into two classes:
those who master a metaphor, and those who hold by a formula.
Those with a bent for both are too few, they do not comprise a class.
Potholes in the bricks, filled; an abandoned shopping cart, gone.
That is definitely a nun.
A blue that seems to reset the colors beneath it.
The grammar of 'I hope', 'You better hope', 'I better hope'*.
('Of course, if water boils in a pot, steam comes out of the pot, and also a picture of steam comes out of a picture of the pot. But what if one insisted on saying that there must also be something boiling in the picture of the pot?')
'Good luck', says one barista to another who goes off to clean a bathroom.
A sniffler, a constant sniffler, wearing big salmon-pink headphones.
Two (subsequently embarrassed) baristas running into opposite sides of a swing door at the same time.