Orchard
The manicured garden
With fountain spouting
Brilliant light, gives no sense
That the wood backstops
An orchard beyond.
The couple run, almost slide,
Down sloping green.
She, faster than him,
Cuts through the wood,
Ducking low hung branches,
Bursts onto the
Orchard, which slopes upwards;
He sees her fleetingly,
Among the apple trees,
Then disappearing over the
Hill’s brow.
Breathless he’s up there too,
But where is she?
She’s scaled a stone wall,
And walks along a path
Towards the sea,
Stopping by a structure,
Swirling with runic signs;
The sea below glitters,
Like an uncut diamond.
Whew! That was a rush,
He says, joining her,
Then leans against,
The stone column:
I’m quite thirsty now.
The sunlight flashes
Through her flamed hair:
Take this, she says,
Handing him an apple.
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