Friday, April 24, 2020

Hope Floats, a review.

A root-beer float; a float in a parade; afloat in the atmosphere; a floating brain; a drift of snow; catch my drift.  Adrift in a tangle of seaweed, flotsam on an alien shore, sure enough: sure-footed Cher on a naval vessel bearing her naval, vitamin C in an old tin cup. A-cups, B-cups, the salty cusp of arrival. Bare with me.  An infinite number of stars. Margaret moves to Mars, episode one.