(By Gub, the 30th of July, Hay-on-Wye)
Leaf'd willow
Bark'd oak
Or alder spine
The fruit falls
Sober flat
Upon the ground.
The buds that yearly
Blossom
Besmirched
By age
By time.
Tree's entropy
Pears turn to slime
And are crushed under foot
By innocent tramples
Not knowingly but once
Sourced
The loss forever
Associates fear with guilt
And... falling foliage, sound.
Forgotten child
Forget
Forgot
Further
Found...
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