#3qd

Comma— With this tadpoled period I may pause a second, swimming among multitudes noting and naming.

Mesmerized by its breath-taking tail I rest, then go on expanding and elucidating, although in this case of hesitating I’ve nothing more to say  and no one’s waiting anyway except for future anthropologists nosing round and carbon dating

But wait, there’s more. With comma’s versatility I may string ten thousand things like beads listing names of every city in the world, every lover, their triumphs, dreams and classic poses or as the evening closes, I may breathe mid-sentence and signify I’ve thought of something else: alyssum, flox, hydrangea, roses

And finally, to show how much you mean to me, my friend, I’ll set your name apart with two of these for rapt attention until I’m ended with that dot I mentioned.