She hung her gown from the pear tree And watched it swing, Above the daisies ox-eyes Like the flapping of wings Through the blue marbled sky, From her chest... And the trickling of sweat.
The midday sun slants down Around her through the leaves, Like a loosening embrace The colours fade, And the branches creak. The hanging gown in the pear tree Flutters its limbs Turns with her breath to autumns- Barning sky a-beckoning With the song of the lark She could sing To the summer but it left.
The evening sun falls down Around her through the leaves, Like a loosening embrace The summer wanes, And the branches creak.
The hanging gown in the pear tree Above her swings, Like earths abandoned angel Loosely flapping its wings With the regular rise and fall of her chest.
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