Another Gate
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- Written August 2025
Or be following behind.
Maybe neither, with feet up, resting,
Preparing for tomorrow,
Dreaming of Constable’s way
To a school for realism
With perfectly placed lines and spaces.
Until the dream loosens the image
Into cockeyed designs of the abstract
As colours blend into mist,
The soil reflecting a rainbow,
And I see her here with that engaging smile
On the other side of the gate,
Beckoning me to join her there.
Dedham
April 2025
Between Flatford Mill and Dedham