Another Gate

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Written August 2025

She may have gone ahead
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