Ordinary language is all right.
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.
A dog, of uncertain intentions, but blundering garrulous doglike velocity, called back by its owner to the door from which it escaped to meet me.
In advance of the throngs that will descend upon them on Sunday—the annual street fair—the funeral home on Grand has fenced its flowerbeds off with little more than a white cord, as if to say, meekly: look.
Their talk lulls momentarily as they work, and then, one barista says to the other: 'I got chased by a raccoon the other night!'.
'Looking out for one's own interests is no substitute for belief.'
Although half gallons aren't really half gallons now.
A man in a cap carrying one pineapple and a half gallon of ice cream.
A pair of black pumps, abandoned atop a bridge's guardrail.