Pilots, too old
to fly, transport
walnuts. Proportion
matters—salted
butter, stone ground
flour, a plump
sound of unzip. A smile’s width,
a clipped finger nail
circles the drain. Minimal
moon dancing in
a shallow bowl, stirred so.
*
Aspen groves
groom. Citrus
pyramid insomnia.
The wife’s one
private dream, the jaunting key
delivers her dairy aisle.
*
Husband: snowy midriff
Chiffon: fine, and
open.
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