The staleness of day with arcane wind <br />backs up against the wall of the lift factory. <br />The alleyway needs her lupins and dahlia watered <br />and russet dreams looking towards the Autumnal cloak. <br />If changes ever became dishevelled <br />plumes of peppermint should prevail. <br />Then we drink our lemonade like when <br />we were twigs of youth <br />drawing the inspiration from our brows <br />facing our vague fears come what may.<br /><br />antony glaser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lemonade-peppermint/
