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Aside

Aside

mid the excess

the access

the possess

there is an aside

of which we long

and cannot find

at darken door

nor roaming room

for there is

no ware

better than the breeze

the rustle of leaves

the way of the water

the skin of a tree

the aimless insect

the rinse of rain

methinks it a shame

to go the day long

distant and wide

without this aside

TL

Published inTamiko Lowery