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Rotten Summer
Apple trees didn’t speak to me
Bitter tasting fruits to end the season
Colder weather breaks in, without knocking
Drenched my body in its misery
Every summer day spent cloud watching
From windows that don’t open
Granted, I was following orders
Honoring authority whilst summertime ignoring
It made the apples sour, I believe
Just as it was time for picking
Kicked aside for molding
Let me out! My orchard is crying
My god, it’s screaming
Neglect is ripening
October frost will kill them dead
Perhaps it’s time to water instead
Quit this game, rain on this mas(k)querade
Rile those fences til they bend
Snap each wire that weaves in
Thorns emerge hungry to prick
Useless hands will try to pick
Vines still hold traces of red
Weaving green and perished yellow
Xenophobic gardeners and barrier builders
Yes, it’s been a rotten summer
Zero baskets for the winter.
Bitter tasting fruits to end the season
Colder weather breaks in, without knocking
Drenched my body in its misery
Every summer day spent cloud watching
From windows that don’t open
Granted, I was following orders
Honoring authority whilst summertime ignoring
It made the apples sour, I believe
Just as it was time for picking
Kicked aside for molding
Let me out! My orchard is crying
My god, it’s screaming
Neglect is ripening
October frost will kill them dead
Perhaps it’s time to water instead
Quit this game, rain on this mas(k)querade
Rile those fences til they bend
Snap each wire that weaves in
Thorns emerge hungry to prick
Useless hands will try to pick
Vines still hold traces of red
Weaving green and perished yellow
Xenophobic gardeners and barrier builders
Yes, it’s been a rotten summer
Zero baskets for the winter.
Published 1st Sep 2020
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Anonymous
3rd Sep 2020 2:06am
Fairy. I loved how you used the alphabet, and still stuck the rhythm. little sister.. you're an elite writer.. never doubt that.. better than me.. much respect..
Dave
Dave
12th Sep 2020 8:32pm
Thank you, trying new formats and branching out a little.. screw comfort zones :) I learned from the best, thank you for being an example
Anonymous
26th Sep 2020 1:58am
You're most welcome.. I've learned a lot from you as well.. much respect always..
Dave
Dave
