A pear tree in Aurora…

Autumn Pear

There is a pear tree
shrouding the yard of
an abandoned house in
old Aurora, hiding the porch
now warped and columns
peeling layers of paint to
expose once bright but now
faded pastels of pleasant days
when a swing swung with
happy children and this was
home; in the autumn now this
tree has heavy boughs
threatening, warped and
neglected, as unpicked fruit falls
with dead thuds, breaks under-
foot and rots in the noon sun
yielding a sickeningly sweet odor,
and bees dance over the
inedible decay of this autumn.


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