Pear

pear edgesCrisp roadside pear slices and lemonade, then a big swallow of juniper gin that fades into the musk at the end.
Sunny day pretty, but there’s a haze underneath, like diesel fumes.

Not for me, but I would crawl inside the clothes of the man wearing it.


Here’s Dwight Yoakum’s hit from the album Three Pears.

 

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