Iridescent colours cavort in the Cynic's garden,
gossamer wings beating purple and orange
above the stalks of abandoned summer.
Free in the air above sodden ground they tease;
as heavy boots slip in mud,
dislodging the last remaining rose petals.
How brief their summer?
A riotous fortnight
before eternal sleep in glass case.
But first, to the catcher's net.
copyright Catherine J Gardner 2007
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