Untitled (Poem)

Came home, wrote this 😀
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Untitled.

I caught myself
staring at the satsumas
in ASDA, contemplating
their nimble beginnings;
swimming the length
of an orchard
through the broad synapses
of brushing branches.

I held the rough nets
and imagined slim women
swinging orange stockings
through the trees
like spiders
catching butterflies,
the sun beating down
through hypermarket fluorescence.

________
© Hayden Westfield-Bell, 2013 (etc etc)

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