Exquisite Corpse, V87.2

Thanks to everyone who played this round of Everyone’s Favorite Online Collaborative Poetry Game™ – Exquisite Corpse: woofpup, wescobear, guiser1, badgerpdx, charliebearnj

Homemade cherry preserves
in a peanut butter jar
sit alone on the counter,
dazzling and daring,
longing to kiss the morning toast.

Smoke from Auntie Catherine’s tiparillo
hangs in the air.
She sits alone, with the faint smell of bleach and pectin.

A slice of watermelon pickle
received in a jar from Felicity
sits dribblingly on a sun-parched tongue.

Haverford!
Only four short stops from Pennsylvania Station
But now so long ago.