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
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.