night scent and sounds abound
out in open air
dreaming
saw the fat pale cactus kick out sharp thorns of horror
as if to hide the succulent sweet beneath
soft foil against magenta coil bud beckoning lips to taste
tender meat bloom
swoon against olive dimpled smooth of day beginning ripening death
the end of leaves stretch toward sun's end in blinding burst of beauty
quickly gold gives way to burnt orange desire that crackles a snap quick curtail
toward heavy everyday brown
ground down disintegrated dust of must having throttled living out
amongst the street stones scorched by the searing days undone
but one hope left, that to see the binding of memory;
shell of crisp wisp autumn apple air firmly planted
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