Backyard lychees, <br />juice running down my chin, <br />smouldering piles of leaves <br />murmuring in the wind, <br />the coldness of autumn <br />and the white plume <br />of the memorial jet <br />against the murky lake, <br />memories arise <br />with the first lychee <br />of this season.<br /><br />Phillip Ellis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/another-form-of-madeleine/
