...but all frozen operas melt,
the Earth loves heat, and
sweeping shade trees
love the Earth, and there,
caught in the middle, they
recall their favorite scenes,
rekindling cold memories
in which the very pears
hanging within reach, sing
golden notes in dulcet tones
no lover worth his bruised
blue heart will admit
his part in affairs gone wrong,
and even Cupid rolls his eyes
at their sigh-soft gazes and
insistance on playing
that song again
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six
Image: The Embarkation for Cythera (1717), Antoine Watteau
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