Zack came home very upbeat about his final in English.  He said they had to write an in class essay on the topic of "Hope."

"I did four pages, no sweat," he told me.  "And at the end, we were supposed to come up with a metaphor for hope.  I wrote 'Hope is a fish; it breathes where there is no air.'."

"Hey, that's good." I said, "Where did you get that?"

"I pulled it right outta my butt!"

My son, the poet.

 

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