an avocado seed
hovers in the water
impaled by toothpicks
slowly cracking,
it’s thin brown skin
peeling revealing
the promise of a root
from the darkness
of the splintering
crevices.
six japanese cucumbers
sliced into spears
ferment in jars
of brine thyme,
dill garlic
and peppercorns—
tiny aquarium replicas
of pond bottoms
and still river beds.
it is fullest
beneath the jowls
and around the chin,
medium bristles—
a woodshed broom
salt and peppered
enveloping the lips
like baleen on a whale.
a sagacious man
ponders the spaces
during the intervals.
patiently
observing
the
passing
of
time.
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