At the end of May

Shadows hang from the orchard
waiting for fruit to fall.

The summer sun rests behind clouds,
hiding from the sky.

Rains drop from the sky like cracks,
or wrinkles on a façade.

Trees rustle with the echo of the wind
that swept above nervous creatures.

Corners of the earth fold into distances
and disappear with the horizon.

Shadows hang from the orchard,
and wait for fruit to fall.

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