Free verse № 74137
an early discovery (reworking)
Kept tidy with cutting
the row of spruce to the fence,
a night crept around it.
And like the nights impinging darkness
I,
grew
over twenty years
so high to look over
and down the embankment
at the weather worn willow
an infant
in mind.
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-emlyn
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