Hi Alison--
I like this. It has some lovely music, especially the second couplet.
Richard
summer crowds of apricots occlude the sky
small perfumed suns that fall onto the grass
birds bicker in the branches and the branches shake
and showers glaze the fallen fruits, a dew of glass
and so they bruise and blacken to a cloying stench
a feast for flies, although this too will pass
all sweetness gleams but briefly from the shade
such webs as weave our selvings do not last
and even our corruption is a tiny thing
a sour breath that fades into the past
Alison Croggon
Blog: http://theatrenotes.blogspot.com
Editor, Masthead: http://masthead.net.au
Home page: http://alisoncroggon.com
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