“where summer’s bronzes dull and sink”
the trees are like
wet coat hangers,
holding up the leaves,
my cat is frosty like
an october morn,
sleeping on the sill,
everything is dripping
like a wet pair of
jeans taken out of the wash,
the sky wears its greys
of cloud, dim and dramatic
it opens summer eyes.
Jul 24, 2022
Jul 24, 2022 at 12:06 PM UTC
“where summer’s bronzes dull and sink”
the trees are like
wet coat hangers,
holding up the leaves,
my cat is frosty like
an october morn,
sleeping on the sill,
everything is dripping
like a wet pair of
jeans taken out of the wash,
the sky wears its greys
of cloud, dim and dramatic
it opens summer eyes.
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