Walnuts

Oh, for walnut days!
Now they hang slack
like marbles in a sock.
No etched shell
encasing nutty flesh,
just pink and wrinkled
embarassment.
Not the kind of gravity
I hoped to acquire
with the grey.
Oh, for walnut days:
a chance to crack
another ice-cool, rock
-hard maiden,
head and shoulders
above and tossing
my waldorf salad.