Hyori Two - from the porch to the patio to the ger, from a whim to the love to her

the forest through the roquefort, the sheep are bouillon gliding, visors for branches

ranch tuxedos laid over balconies for satsuma cordials, felix unger cummerbunds

the maître d' told the bride to be let's get the blue one, you'll stir porridge, the ger's gorgeous

glutinous calgary ski cabins, cabanas and cantaloupe tapas foam

the abalone like ping-pong tourneys, takeout tremendous like picnic pallets

halibut cakes on the dashboard, every scuba diver has a garfield fern full of soufflé crumbs

which tree foraged for us, the forest the brush, hazelnuts in my hair, the husky to mus

the spoonbill dropped the baguette, we tapenade roast the cipollini fronds (when you spin in the snow you just know)

cascading mascarpone fountain, mofongo custard, my poncho mustard

luxembourg pulleys, posies poised on the pulpit

a sprinter in a sprinter, a drop of huckleberry preserves, uni pastels like petals in motion

incredible credenza etch, throw some rosemary in the colander, watch it turn canonical, into a sketch

a snifter of makegeolli, ferment the rice like hot springs, the compost, lacoste beets

the glockenspiel tangelo dressing, more mezzanines per acre than your hay loft dryer sheet starter course

coat the arch like langoustines

my moat grandiose, village huts like sorrel in a copper pan

the view of the lake, the stew watch it skate, every banana blade, how we bake the bread

the train runs on the sand, dial up any portable ornament, take a sea cow to the pâtisserie, she got four dozen bonbon tins, the entire way home flapped her fins

with a whisk and a sprig of raw camelbert, speckled window seats like snowflakes landing on qr codes, like rustic gnocchi bears

to take a walk, to take off, the driveway is a runway, some runoff, a run-on, we run off, pick fronds, pick ponds

the abalone like ping-pong tourneys, takeout tremendous like picnic pallets - part two