the back of the mind
nestling in the warm leaves
browned like an old orange peel
at the edges we all sit by the
summer pool sun dancing on
the ripples on the water like
stolen diamonds we all sit smiling
again in a dream and it's night now
and it's all grown cold as the
shadows play and the moonlight
fades into the stark terror
as the bodies lay where
we were smiling
it's winter now and the harvest
came and went
left us behind in the wispy mists
in the back of the mind.
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