Fallen from Allegory, Pears

from window pane
allegory fell
pears of
blue danube played
in minor key, slowly;

wind, personal
-- soul excrement --
ejected by thoughts
needing room
( 6 x 6 x 6?
sometimes we do not appreciate the
architecture); 

then
I,
eye, and another,
casual passerby,
voyeur,
thought life -- when
boxless, not eaten for
breakfast with skim
milk -- fast,
or at any tempo or heat,
must cost you dearly:

Pears do not come cheaply,

at least at this time of year.

Soon fallen pears have twins --

for the thought of pane brings the Winter.