SENSES AND RECOLLECTIONS

 



SENSES AND RECOLLECTIONS

 

 

 

 

 

That autumn day she sat and thought,

 

engaged not in society,

 

unseen behind the privet arch

 

where only soiled footwear treads.

 

Her company the damp leaf smell

 

and that of sawdust freshly cut.

 

 

 

Revealed not by line of sight

 

no sound of footsteps reached her ears,

 

she combed her hair a hundred times

 

and smoothed her flowing cotton dress,

 

as she recalled a man she saw.

 

a man without a name.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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