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Unless
by Elan Webster
When I saw you at the the grave of your father,
i saw myself tearing open your dress,
dragging you behind the lianas
brazen in the last throes of summer.
When you told me you were staying
i saw the indifference in your eyes.
Do you remember how I looked away from you
and watched the curtains bell out and subside?
Maybe you couldn't tell but I imagined our garden
and further out, past the road we used to live on,
out here where the fields begin, where the land rose up a thousand years ago,
to rest serenely, to accept whatever name we gave it
as time fell and the earth milled our hearts.
Unless
by Elan Webster
When I saw you at the the grave of your father,
i saw myself tearing open your dress,
dragging you behind the lianas
brazen in the last throes of summer.
When you told me you were staying
i saw the indifference in your eyes.
Do you remember how I looked away from you
and watched the curtains bell out and subside?
Maybe you couldn't tell but I imagined our garden
and further out, past the road we used to live on,
out here where the fields begin, where the land rose up a thousand years ago,
to rest serenely, to accept whatever name we gave it
as time fell and the earth milled our hearts.
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