rust

[poddarku]

Rust
The factory shed, rusty, turns
its corner slightly to hear them,
those two human beings, lovers.
What is there to hear? No words can be
that new? The smell of grass eats the
atmosphere. Rain is very
sure to come this way within hours.
A multihued insect finds nectar
on a wild flower. The two rises.
Time has suddenly reminded
them of other duties. The shed looks
yonder the pressed grass where they has been,
is quickly getting cold. And, just then
a butterfly sits on that grass.