The Pear Tree

She hung her gown from the pear tree

And watched it swing,

Above the daisies ox-eyes

Like the flapping of wings

Through the blue marbled sky,

From her chest...

And the trickling of sweat.

The midday sun slants down

Around her through the leaves,

Like a loosening embrace

The colours fade,

And the branches creak.

The hanging gown in the pear tree

Flutters its limbs

Turns with her breath to autumns-

Barning sky a-beckoning

With the song of the lark

She could sing

To the summer but it left.

The evening sun falls down

Around her through the leaves,

Like a loosening embrace

The summer wanes,

And the branches creak.

The hanging gown in the pear tree

Above her swings,

Like earths abandoned angel

Loosely flapping its wings

With the regular rise and fall of her chest