He overwhelmed the boxer with avalanches of punches.

The musicians spun great webs of sound.

A hundred miles of landscape spread before me like a fan

We were crushed by the hammer of sunlight.

Fear fell from us like steel armor.

The night is as cold as a sharp sword.

Her voice was like water bubbling from a silver jar

Children are the most beautiful flowers of all.

There I waited, crouched behind my pointed wall of words.

The town was set along the coast like a little pearl in an emerald band.

The strong men live on, fighting, singing, lucky as plungers

Your voice is like bells over roofs at dawn.

Your shadow is sunlight on a plate of silver.

She smiled her sugary smile.