#smallpoems Sweet nectar spills in sun dripping down tributaries of the Rind trailing in vines of discarded dreams biting into summer undone as scaven

#smallpoems
Sweet nectar
spills in sun
dripping down tributaries
of the Rind
trailing in vines
of discarded dreams
biting into summer
undone
as scavengers walk
up river
with Puritan pride
to squeeze sweet
nectar from
time passing by
in second hands
of discarded
memory