In dream
by john clare
I cannot escape this stream
forever taking me further
down in the strong current
toward an open gulf
depositing me to bob
in a tide of the moons clutch
this dream of making it
upstream just once
past the Dottie tupelo
we once measured
exclaiming it was a record
tree way up here alone
on this upper Suwannee
sending her jams down
to sweeten the journey
jars upon jars of the
spread upon the sands
to sustain those journey
struck longing to return
to their Dottie tree.
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