the appearance of three deer
tawny and nimble legged
crossing path ahead as we
bike rain-wet gravel to
blacktop edge

pizza in your pants
ashly and i conjure a jingle
and correlating hand gesture
just after passing imaginary crumpets
back and forth
over outdoor hot tub water

under blanket layers
we pass back and forth a
fizzing can of discount
waist watchers ginger ale
while handfulling
perfectly popped/seasoned
popcorn to our mouths


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