antony glaser - Lemonade / Peppermint

The staleness of day with arcane wind
backs up against the wall of the lift factory.
The alleyway needs her lupins and dahlia watered
and russet dreams looking towards the Autumnal cloak.
If changes ever became dishevelled
plumes of peppermint should prevail.
Then we drink our lemonade like when
we were twigs of youth
drawing the inspiration from our brows
facing our vague fears come what may.

antony glaser

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