she took twelve lines of daybreak observations, writ behind
condensation-impressionistic view, and chose the brightest one —

scoops of orange sherbet swim among green croaks

she searched the page for a hint of coveted metaphor —

tiny globs of rainbow-road ice cream–   first pops
of zinnias? candy?   no.         yet i hunger.

she scanned the lines. is there a theme?

i imagine these eye-ear delights echo-gliding
today on stratus clouds o’er bluegrasses,
o’er sages. over all poaceae. in soothing breezes.

she scanned again. ramblings. what might a reader want?

perhaps the silent part.