Shelled and eviscerated they lay
two shriveled avocado skins,
basking in the afterglow of devour.
Bequeathed nectar nourishes,
their job here is done.
Decadence envelopes my every whim as I sit
sun-slashed and shed reality’s
A sharp intake of clarity reveals a truth long forgotten.
Decreed thee, Sir Adirondack:
Only the[e] sea holds the key
to my heart.