Smiling into a spoon

Yesterday’s just an excuse
to stare at swiveling caterpillars
and sip our juice with no pants

I miss the days of the sidecar
but we can’t stay wrapped up
in leather and wisteria

It’s a heavy tumult that greets middle age
but we can surreptitiously spit
whatever doesn’t fit our spoonful of sunset.

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