Summer Air — Subversopus

Clinquant melodies of scattering leaves and seed

Soughing plaintively between sunburned hollows

Like perfumed tiny tourists from a passing charabanc

Their lilacs’ scent of sweet sillage lingers for a puff

Leaving painted imaginary doodles of agitated air behind

Foregathering in the wakes of napes, and marooned nooks

Of plumped and ripened orange bursting splurt lily petals

Their maws squeeze shut on the last gasp of sunshine

Quaking with smiling fey orgasms gasping for breath

As the sun harvests just a few more minutes each day

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