Are running sixty (six zero) minutes late. His carnation has been daubed with cylinder oil, her garter snagged on a wheel. Because Adam's a novice he took lessons from Reverend Crisp -
The midwife's forceps held against a waxing moon - an astrolabe, an obsterical fillet: here - take them. Stand and wait. Adam drifts in his space-womb weightless as
A dragonfly glistens in the tall reeds, corrugated eyes washed bright with nitrogen, pheremone fragments ingesting the atoms of spring. Its scaled sleeping-bag skin glows