Tan Pratonix - Gardens

The strange
damp smell of leaves decaying
reminds me of cloudy days,
pools of black
glistening, fields lying fallow,
birds whirring,
little blue flowers on trimmed lawns,
grey brick mansions with portals and stairs,
lines of washing, and
a lady with long skirt
and lap dog
walking through hedged paths
in the distance.

Leaves decay on a rich man's estate
because that's where you find
gardens.

Tan Pratonix

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