holiday...

the first green acorns. the edges turning. very small. all of five months past the catkins, iodine and rust, decked in the oak crowns. and, simultaneous, the hazel-spotted fawns. now the germ falls down. the cream, the wax sodden distaff-- blown horsechestnut bloom. followed after, the green wasp-soft casing, the doe-eyed seed drops. here they are poisonous, chestnuts. not to be roasted, hovered above, devoured. not like the iced-over corners that steam in a december east. no nutriment. emetic. unless: there is a trick to leach them clean. then they are worth all the cold in winter.

"april in paris...chestnuts in blossom..."
 
doe's eye. dosey-doe. dos à dos. does he know.

we'll sit with our backs together. wear paper hats. ask thirty questions. when the crown falls down it will be blooming. we'll see.

that's a memory. very small and green. five months gone. nearly. near.