Tree
I mean leaves in the breeze
With foliage of orange, orange and green
The rooftops lean
Lean in the style of Amsterdam
Or perhaps Düsseldorf
Or any other place you might have been
Rooftop beams
Within a hairs-breadth of perfection
Calculated to bear all the ounces
The ounces of our late night bounces
Bounces that flounce on the branches
Unfurl favourably to swirl on the roundabouts
Then to swing swimmingly along the skylines
Towards those times of our sometime chances
Tree
I mean breeze blown leaves
With foliage rested, rested from the dream
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