Late pears drop through
branches and leaves landing
with muffled plops on
overgrown grasses rotting in
the sun drawing bees and
hornets to sip delicately at
trickles of hot syrup
soon leaves slip off trees and
ships rock creaking with truth
and frustrated eagerness
slickly filtered through a veil
of midnight smiles.
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six
Image: KRiemer
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