Under the trees

We wither away

As the golden sun fries us.

And dance all the way down

Synchronized side to side

With terpsichore and whistles.

As though they were fading leaves on a blustery autumn day

As the dewdrops evaporate

We splinter

Between the biscuits

The teeth of a ravenous world.

The pickets on the fence perish.

Crickets weep as the seasons change.

Put the kite away.

The ground crunches beneath our feet.

And after the raging of the dark canvas

We go, it throws up, and we lie.

Under the shade of the trees.