Wednesday, 4 March 2015

15/1/13 The Abandoned Orchard

the abandoned orchard

the abandoned orchard
where pensioned plums
can no longer bear fruit
at the last
laden with parrots
rosellas and grass

across a day
in a leaky boat
past roses siphoning sun
and anemones  bristling gold
I’m   in prism,
in gelatinous air,
 dead man float
where  sun spirits fall
and skitter from sea
lighting soul, lighting me
wind turbines
grind atop hill
tumbling seconds

past until.


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