And I thought of things,
things that come in small clutches,
tiny memories,
thoughts evoking the
approach of time or
footsteps about to open graves.
More things than the troubled
single entities we attach to them;
things marbled with the elasticity of rain,
rumours of war, pitch black leaves in the
bottom of a pond where the whelp of a dog
tries to outrun night.
Canvassing
Paul Cameron Brown
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Poem topics: dog, night, rain, time, war, single, small, black, open, thought, approach, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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