Edge Past
john clare
Imagine in that
Glimpse to edge of sight
When transfixed
In a colour scent
When beyond your
Downcast eyes
You are drawn beyond
The old pecan grove
To the edge of past
And you walk
And you talk
And you long
Surely you must have
Imagined
Tracing Camellia petal trails
Abruptly ending
Just at the point of
You weren't alone.
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