Trio No. 4

1.
One's company.

Two's a crowd.


2.
Sometimes the summer wind blows warm across my face.

In autumn I welcome back the sweater that knows my shape.

And winter melancholy never stretches into spring.


3.
A list of objects and compound objects:

Compound butter.

A prison compound.

A compound fracture of the femur.

A chart showing interest, compounded monthly.

A calm pound, the dogs fast asleep.

A calm pound, to borrow a coarse term from the lexicon of sexual euphemera.

But that one isn't a noun.