Apples put to bed, the children’s voice distant.
Rattle-tap, rattle-tap go the busy bottles
until the gas dies. Then silence. Lids popping,
shutters snapping closed on another summer.
Apples put to bed, the children’s voice distant.
Rattle-tap, rattle-tap go the busy bottles
until the gas dies. Then silence. Lids popping,
shutters snapping closed on another summer.