Benjamin Posted January 28, 2013 Share Posted January 28, 2013 a pair of silver jets fly low then sweep up high leaving behind a bridal train-- and rumbles that churn and roll come crashing down like the wrath of god-- on coconut shells stuffed with suet and seed and pieces of fruit and bread scattered on paths below the once green larch where magpie starling pigeon and gull jostle-- with robin wren and mistle thrush 1 a silver teapot on the table rests by matching racks of buttered toast and propped newspapers mince confetti conversations amongst the steaming cups and sun-pre-warmed conservatory seats 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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