tired as a
grove of trees

blooming
with fruit

no sunlight
reaches the

floor for the
apples and

the pears and
the peaches

(even peach
trees in this

grove) darkling
the fructuous

shade that
gathers

beneath the
jealous boughs

far from the
noise and the

din of dull
society

waiting for all
to be dimmed

waiting for
the sun-drop.

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even-tide,
the colour of patience:
pale pink.