Field guide No. 1171
Red canoe in impossible angles
It folds where it likes.
Two halves of a red canoe lie on a muddy lake shore, joined at an angle a canoe would not choose. Morning mist covers the water, and the hull has stopped explaining.
Field noteTwo halves of a canoe meet at an angle no hull would choose. It folds where it likes.
Also possible, also breaking physics
A door for nobodyDoors don’t usually hold back streams while lying down. Water’s choice, not a contradiction.
Where the horizon turns skywardA sky does not have edges. This one stands up on its side over a marsh, sunset on one face.
Frozen wave of platform tilesYellow platform tiles buckle into waves through a station. The train will have to surf.
Autumn leaves cast summer shadowsMaple leaves blowing over salt each cast the shade of a full-grown tree.