The truculent sun
escapes cloud guard
& serves us day
over green bonnet trees
that birth false fruit
where wasps crawl.
Now the roads fill
with rioting flax,
rose rays, rude rain -
there's too much life -
the world's heart is burst,
blonde-broken sobs.
Aug 4, 2024
Aug 4, 2024 at 10:09 AM UTC
The truculent sun
escapes cloud guard
& serves us day
over green bonnet trees
that birth false fruit
where wasps crawl.
Now the roads fill
with rioting flax,
rose rays, rude rain -
there's too much life -
the world's heart is burst,
blonde-broken sobs.
Minor revision for better flow/logic
