“a clockwork orangerie”
gears click
in humid glass
copper vines coil
around brass struts
oranges glint
like captive suns
hinged to silver branches
steam drifts—
a hiss-purr among pistons
petals unfurl
to the pulse of time
shadowed aisles
radial rods pumping
light into crystalline blooms
one dimpled fruit
slips free
into a glass basin
and rings
into silence.
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